Out in the empty void
is a beacon of trust,
where light is scarce
and scattered, is stardust.

Drifting forevermore
along the warped space.
Smiles are my jet fuel,
filled with innocence and grace.

Time is worthless
in the wasteland, I'm aware.
Yet I attempt to seize the moment,
plucking at a fruit that's not there.

I've had my share of naive troubles
but I continue to shine bright.
For those engulfed in darkness,
I will tire...