When I Can't Do Anything Else

Uncertain Astronaut

Letters from an uncertain astronaut,

Earth, my home; are you tired of being stuck by the ones that inhabit you?
Endless wars that brings great storms of wars, numerous species that has numerous views,
They torture, they destroy, they burn and they steal your wonder
Never to feel bad, they're only there to plunder
Giving in or giving out, does it matter?
Because I am here at the moon: I don't see it getting any better,

Earth, my shelter; have you been taking your medicine?
Seeds of history planted all over you, dust already settling,
The beautiful, the decrepit, the timeworn and the ageless,
You are in many ways undecipherable, and we are without prowess,
Take your capsule, swallow continents, drain your oceans and give us the potions,
Give us the panacean concept for change, and we will brew the most strongest of unifications,

Earth, my love; uncertain I am, but never be fooled by my foolhardy notions,
Space dust and starlight block my ability to think - try to ease up to me, relieve the tension,
The people may seem deleterious, but we are made up of infinite sections of cosmic matter, and there is a lot of mistakes to be done for each and every latter,
Tamed to be wild, bewildered and curious to be tamed, humans are,
Say it to me once, to the uncertain astronaut, or twice for the vastness beyond: Love the enormity of life, for it is too short to grieve upon,

Give yourself a short break, and let the people decide for their sake,
And how should I know?

I'm just as uncertain as the moon

//k.u.