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Through the window of the plane in the night
I could see the orange suns on the ground,
hasty bugs driving along the bright lanes,
and the moon sleeping in the distance.
Dreadful thoughts sprang to my mind,
I did not want to stay on the sky,
I craved caressing the ground with my feet,
But it seemed so far away, microscopic.
I cannot tell if it was fear of dying
Or I simply longed for home and stillness.
The dark outer space was everywhere around me,
Scattered into the world of nothingness.
I felt as if some black hole could swallow me,
And the ground seemed to get further away.
The sleepy moon was tiny and blurred -
I joined it in the planet of dreams.
This is boring and a plane flight inspired me.
I could see the orange suns on the ground,
hasty bugs driving along the bright lanes,
and the moon sleeping in the distance.
Dreadful thoughts sprang to my mind,
I did not want to stay on the sky,
I craved caressing the ground with my feet,
But it seemed so far away, microscopic.
I cannot tell if it was fear of dying
Or I simply longed for home and stillness.
The dark outer space was everywhere around me,
Scattered into the world of nothingness.
I felt as if some black hole could swallow me,
And the ground seemed to get further away.
The sleepy moon was tiny and blurred -
I joined it in the planet of dreams.
This is boring and a plane flight inspired me.
