Yesterday I was on a spaceship
it kept stopping over on land every now and again
and we'd go out to walk on the land and see strange fruit
the journey on the spacecraft wasn't a particularly pleasant one,
we all knew it was headed out on a suicidal mission or something
I can't explain the feeling..
a dull heat, all red and blurred at the edges..
somehow, the places we slept on, the beds, felt important
everyone was happy they had a comfortable one,
we always found our way back from land to board the spacecraft again
like there was no other way to think.
But I thought about it, that way of thinking, only after I woke up.
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