Wandering home,
with all these fears,
resting with a point of space.
This is,
poised in the hands of man,
slip
in - slip out,
no day or night.
No time - or place.
We put our trust in the faith of man,
we walk the
trail,
crossing over a bridge,
when we saw the beauty that we could be.
Wishing out,
our hands, are in the soil
now,
our time is up.
Europa,
set my sails,
on your oceans of ice tonight.
Set me on the trails of light,
the
caverns in your iron core are home.
Europa rely,
the final resting place of my soul,
the monolith will come,
surrender
reality up to cross over the night,
my boat is waiting on the shores of ice.
I may give up my only belief,
this borrowed time
is over now,
pay the price,
forgotten years and pieces of Eden.
Im wondering home,
with all these fears,
resting before
me,
I put my faith in the hands of man and now I rest in soil.
Im wondering,
my time is almost up,
this void is closing
around,
my own universe is all in another time,
borrowed time,
pay it back,
I miss them all,
the halves of me.
Im
wondering.
