the martian

Sometimes i think as if it is that

I have been stranded on mars. 

Watch as others go through

boring cycles of the same old things

They speak to me as if

I were fragile or as if

I have no life left to live.

People of earth, i don't hold any fear

For my survival, the truth is essential

And i shall sow the crops of my knowledge

Right on the martian soil. Hardy potatoes galore. 

You may find it strange. see it as simple.

But every little bit of what i do is for

A clear purpose, i have no daylight to waste but

Much as i spend that time i sometimes waste

Dance disco late nights, binge old shows, 

Break all rules, Explore outdoors. 

Mother and father, no, the world watches with a mix of feelings,

Through the satellite footage -  the rocky martian terrain

She prays, dances, creates, in a crazed content limbo,

Mumbles nonsense to herself without a care, 

Innovative mind but no communication

Shes stuck on a rock miles away, 

So let them all speculate.