Take me to mars,
So I can see all the stars,
So high up to par, 
No need for fast cars.

Alienated from this world,
Just balled up and curled,
Now and then wanting to hurl,
Wishing I had my girl.

Loves in the mist,
So I ball up my fist,
Trying to catch it,
But then I fall and miss.

I need to be away,
Close to the sun rays,
Whilst I enjoy my last days,
And observe life and its saddened waves.


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