I begged to stay, but could not win;
My job was to obey.
To blast away from house and home,
And fly to far away.
I packed a bag and kissed goodbye;
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I thought I’d never last that long:
Return in 90 weeks.
I’d tried to read their dossiers;
To do my rightful share.
I did my duty best I could,
To pay my rightful fare.
But once above, with world below,
I lost my mental grip,
On those I loved I’d left behind,
While on that worldly ship.
I ceased to work; I’d seen the void;
I’d lost my sanity.
They tried make me go back home
To save on delta-vee.
But I had no home–not anymore.
I’d left behind my charge–
Once forth I’d leapt to heaven’s grip,
And to those endless stars.