bare-bones

the jet fuel waltz

my battery is low and it's getting dark
such is how the life on mars
ceases to be
we spend our days chugging jet fuel
and skinning on our knees
what do you believe in?
tell me
who is your goddess?
and what exactly do they want from me?
did you ever stop to think
maybe you are your own?
belonging to the faith of humanity
listen
all i ask of you is
to sing the happy birthday song
all to yourself
each anniversary
of your first appearance on earth
this, your own private holy rebirth
celebrate the mechanisms that click in time
the happenstance and bloody luck
and the wars that you've survived
that brought you all this way
you're a goddamn miracle
an Astro being in human's clothing
if i believe in anything
then it's gonna be you
i hope we don't leave you alone
lying on the moon
and i hope i'm not left behind
waltzing
forgotten on the red sands of mars
with nothing but jet fuel

-RB