the stars

i was born for the stars
but i’m stranded right here

this rock contains me
in it’s gravitational well
this rock has no feelings 
but still, i’m in hell

there’s not much to do here
i don’t want to be here
i’ve planned my escapes
i can’t quite complete them

it’s not the first time i’ve been here
i’ve left these before
i’ve built myself rockets
to launch myself clear

a fiery roar
a violent explosion
is all that it takes
to get out of here

but i can’t quite do it
maybe it’s fear
because every time i’ve done it
a part of me is lost
in the atmosphere