I'd like to to go somewhere
to be a stranger,
a wandering body without a home.
To meet new faces
and travel somewhere distant and far.
Maybe I'll visit
the planets and far away stars.
So I'll make my destination the galaxy:
calm, silence ,and pleasant peace,
to be able to just be myself.
But i am here.
Miserable, and unloved.
Slowly transforming into a person I'm not.
But I'll keep wishing.
And someday I’ll visit the galaxy.
Maybe in a thousand years.
but maybe it'll be too late.
Cause I'll be everything but me.