Advice of the Stars

Inhale.



Fill my nostrils with the clouds.
Five thousand miles above the earth,
I take a bite out of the sun
And savour the burn.



Exhale.



The stars are suddenly within reach.
They give me advice from distant galaxies:
"Beautiful dreamer, miss astronaut,
You're nothing more than a lonely psychonaut.
Back on earth where everything is bought and sold,
What is it you truly want before you grow old?"



Prepare for re-entry.