lyrics like yours arent there anymore
for me to admire
and copy with rhyme
beat to perfect timing
since then things seem off
since we sat together
in the sun in our classroom
mocking the teacher
and dreaming of publication

We are like
little worlds,
each a slight parody
of the next. Each
just near enough
to be the
same system,
with all of us
at least one
world apart.

I see you,
through the
(mostly imagined)
vacuum,
but it is hard to
reach so far.

I will try to land my
craft.
I can not survive
on your surface.