Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase. The last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face. I swear those hands move faster everyday. I’m more confused than ever but I don’t beg or pray, ‘cause the sparkling light from the morning sun is all we should need to feel one.

I reach the station with just minutes to spare. I glance at my watch, time’s going faster these days I swear. Eyes focus up now to the train time table board. There’s only two platforms to be explored, and it’s then that I admit to myself that I am lost, so lost, but you’re the constellations, that guide me. 

There’s a train at twelve, destination disaster. It’s running on time, as time runs faster. On platform two it’s destination sustainability. It’s delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at eleven fifty. Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line, but I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time.

My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence. I’m all choked up now with the threat of distance. As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station, I don’t board it ‘cause I decide it’s the wrong destination. But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen, and I’m lost, so lost, where are the constellations, that guide me?

And then I realise that we need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks, and we have to stand up and we have to watch each others backs, with forgiveness is our torch, and imagination our sword. Well I’ll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the mind at bored, and we’ll start a world so equal, and free. Every inch of this Earth is yours, all the land and all the sea. Imagine no restrictions but the climate and the weather, then we can explore space together, forever. 

And I’m lost, so lost, where are the constellations?
And I’m lost, so lost, you are the constellation.