No Time for Space

No Time for Space

Swept the sky with a witches broom
And polished the black marbled clouds
I fell asleep on a marshmallow moon
All wrapped up in stardust shroud

Life is so much better here
Away from caustic breath
I need to see what I’ve never seen
A world with something left

And when I’m sailing on a star
Floating on misguided hope
You know that things get smaller
When you look through a telescope

The world is still in motion
Exposed to the wrath of violence
We’re an explosive kind of potion
Between the protest and the silence

And when the smoke is clearing
And the coughs are running dry
We’ll find out who was steering
And perhaps we can ask them why

©JMcN