A cold expanse
Far from home
A gold record
A solar dream
Sheets of metal
Radio waves
No contact from home
Through the void of space, I float
In search of something
Finding nothing
Outside what’s known
told to drift forever
A thousand years gone
Nothing but stars
Moving towards nothing at 36,000 miles
Not alive, but never dead
Each day
An increase in mystery
What’s out there
Nothing but dust
Cursed forever
To voyage the sky
To see the heavens
But to show no one
If something breaks
No one can help
Cursed to drift
Sentenced to death
