I suppose
I retain a bit of the characteristics of the space dust from whence I came
Millions of years ago
Without a soul.
From distant galaxies with elastic light and an ageless sense of time
A different form of life;
A different form.
And it is the knowing part of me that would stay here
Locked forever
Happily caged
With my cookie cutter life
In a delightful little world
After all - that's what I'm for.
But-
There's something missing, something not quite right.
But-
The moonchild within me begs for more.
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