Zooming Around

Zooming around

From the stars to the ground,

And back again. Is it a sin?

I wonder all about

The simple things, and pout.

Boy, it’s a mess,

And I must confess

That you are the best.

Do you know how

We can break out of this now?

I want to go

Where I can flee to and fro.

I hope

That you can offer

A way to make it stop.

All I know

Is that I remember

That I told you so.