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I wanted to be an astronaut
until I realized it was hard
I still haven't said that yet,
but it's in the wrinkles of my hands

I can't forgive the kid
who made it too late for me
What were you thinking?
I always said I wanted to go far away

So the universe is a luxury
It says, dig up the dirt
for as long as you want
You won't find me down there

Then a trillion more voices
shout a deafening wind
to compensate for
the white hum that follows

So I sprawl on the grass
put my ear to the ground
and ear the rumbling city
start to shoot up around me