Climb the double helix ladder half or twice as fast, time has passed us, now we're older, the ozone wasn't made to last
In space there is no color, it's all just black and white, as juxtaposed as how it is when we look up at night
Some of us are colorful, others simply mass. All of us are born to die, turn back into gas.
I hope it tells me everything.
Even if the voice is whispering.
Row now gently down the stream, life is just a lovely dream
A voyage for which I won't pack, and who can say if I'll be back
Building makes us human, or else we'd all be frogs
And who knows where we're going, in body or in soul, even celestial spirits are spiraling out of our control
Celestial bodies are heavy, like a million anvils, like the crushing weight of life, like the smell of landfills