So unhinged from the edges
Timeless in its own peaceful actions
It was beautiful but also 
Hopelessness in a moment

Objecting itself upon the stars
This was a plague but one of love
It was so squared into its own shadows
To fit into a mold that it was not

How was I supposed to fit into this 
When I was just the ghost monument
Writing the pages never humming the words
There would be no Heroes today
For I was a space cowboy

Bang! 

Are you living yet?
Have you forgot that your existence was more
Than The Violet stars in the sky?
You forget about us?
Was it just a dream?
So many burning questions
I burnt the Galaxy just to hold on to you 
Only for you to move on and forget I was real