alone in the universe, surrounded by things,
enveloped by silence, and the sound that it brings ,
created my own galaxy, crowned as a king,
but my pattern is like Saturn, bound by a ring
loneliness is the only emotion I feel ,
as I support this orbit, like the spokes on a wheel,
in the vacuum of space, it’s harder to breath,
a house devoid of life, makes me farther retreat,
into this suit , all my senses are numb,
to some, I might seem defenseless and dumb ,
but im the inventor, and at the centers my son,
So I can never leave , or potentially run,
the lunar cycle is hard, harder than it seems,
at night no wife, just me and the stars on a screen ,
this is my partners routine , I’m coming apart at the seams ,
everything that would be is broken, a carpenters dream,
but the fabric of my reality is beyond repair,
no gravitational pull , no bond is there,
and I’m far from scared , for it all to end,
life like this doesn’t exist, so why pretend,
but like I said I’m stuck, even if I sprouted some wings,
I’d still be alone in the universe, surrounded by things