The Cosmonaut
It’s a cold morning in Heaven today
in my steel coffin,
letting the astral waves carry me to the ether.
My mind races like a book
I read aloud my inner thoughts.
Eventually I run out of things to say.
in my steel coffin,
letting the astral waves carry me to the ether.
My mind races like a book
I read aloud my inner thoughts.
Eventually I run out of things to say.
Tap, tap, tap.
A nut or a bolt hits against the metal frame
in the same annoying rhythm of tap, tap, tap.
The universe is impatient with me
tapping its fingers on my spacecraft, telling
me to hurry up in its own special way.
Tap, tap, tap.
A nut or a bolt hits against the metal frame
in the same annoying rhythm of tap, tap, tap.
The universe is impatient with me
tapping its fingers on my spacecraft, telling
me to hurry up in its own special way.
Tap, tap, tap.
Eyes closed.
tap, tap, tap.
I form music from the repetitive beat
tap, tap, tap.
jingles and songs from TV, playing loudly in my head
to the tune tap, tap , tap.
tap, tap, tap.
I form music from the repetitive beat
tap, tap, tap.
jingles and songs from TV, playing loudly in my head
to the tune tap, tap , tap.
tap, tap, tap
find it in songs,
tap, tap, tap
a basic sound of ideas,
and I begin to sing to myself
tap, tap, tap.
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