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They say the void stares back into you

but I've been given no such reciprocation

countless light years of absolutely nothing

to stimulate my withered fucking senses

The novelty of space wears thin

much like my patience

the black canvas of the void stretches forever

but my lifespan is finite

How does one cope with their own limitations?

so much to explore yet so little within reach

just once I'd like something to be within my grasp

to give meaning to this endeavour

The novelty of space wears thin

much like my patience

the black canvas of the void stretches forever

and my demise draws ever closer

The stars are like embers sizzling away

like the debris of a downed aircraft over the sea

I'm sick of this constant state of tedious paralysis

a thousand different choices might as well be none

might as well be none

And what if the stars collapse

before my distant arrival?

calculations are too imprecise

to make an informed decision

I was not ready to deal with this

to be thrust out into space

I wish things could stay as they were

when things fucking made sense

The vector's been set

and I'm on my way

I don't know what I'll find

but I cannot stay

a thousand choices?

there are only two

compete on the universe's terms

or mine own