Floating in dead space
Stars no longer align
Pressure builds like a bass
Can't move in a straight line
Floating in front of the sun
Can't reach with my hand
Can't be someone
Moving through a barren wasteland
Floating across the galaxy
An astronaut without purpose
Removing the helmet would be a tragedy
If only life was like a purchase
Floating across the universe
A destiny too far to reach
Life couldn't get anymore diverse
An astronaut on the breach of extinction
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Author:
Hale Strider (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about purpose and it relates to how I used to feel when I thought I had no purpose.
- Category: Reflection
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