Everywhere I look they are there... what is everyone doing?

Going to a home?

To a place that makes us feel warm... a place that grants us a smile.

Seems like a very simple idea, but not hardly figured out.

(looking everywhere)



I just see faces.

Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine.

This routine.

Nothing new... its time to go through with this.

A spaceman. That?s what they say I am. Nothing but a spaceman... always pushing it all away.

Trying to get to that one place I call home.



The journey begins... forcing a new life with the unexplained... a creeping rush that surrounds me.

Floating.... floating away.

Always pushing it all away. Trying to get to that one place I call home.

My own planet... I allowed this wish... unexpected... not knowing why.

Wonder why I question it now? I'm my own planet... not many can experience this sensation.



Loneliness is creeping out... or in, however you think of it.

I suppose it?s too late.

I am floating farther and farther away. I did love, I did laugh, I did live.

(Now I?m my own planet)



A spaceman. They say I am? a spaceman.

Planets everywhere... my own destiny? I?m floating towards the sun.

Nothing is here. Memories are not clear.

Floating to the sun? farther away.

I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares.

(Blank stairs)



They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was.

Selfishness is a very sticky quality of this species. Looking around...

I don't see any faces... yes I am lonely. It?s to be expected. I?ll sleep now.

(Dream waves)