Away from this earth,
I've come along a path.
Wrong with the math,
To be in this wrath.
Stuck in a blank space,
Full of maze,
It wouldn't suffice,
The little mice.
For a while,
I was exile,
Looking through every tile,
But reaching a mile.
But a sudden jerk,
Made me quirk,
To see a light quick,
It was not the Sputnik.
Who was it?
A space pundit?
Would this day be it?
To bring me back to it?
Ohh! It was her,
That made me stir.
It was all along a lover,
That came back for her former.
So let me sit back,
And be on her back.
So that I can be back,
To be her back.
