Lost In His Work
August 4th, 2007
dazed and so confused
scrambling to meet the deadline
far too little sleep
push yourself harder
the world might end if you don’t
as if that were true
ever longer days
I can barely even think
is today sunday?
the madness creeps in
never knowing when to stop
how much is enough
I’ve left the planet
I orbit some other mass
far out of your range
there are deep caverns
they remain absent of light
places you can’t go
a thousand feet down
you pump the oxygen down
so that I can breath
back to outer space
solar batteries are low
its time to come home
hello ground control
are we go for re-entry?
plot my safe return
