Ethereal,
floating on high waiting for the fall of night,
waiting for the starlight to twinkle in my eyes,
ethereal and floating on high,
high,
so, high, and happy,
for there is never a moment of light,
and magic in the heavens that does not beguile,
and how I wish that we could explore space,
in a much more efficient way,
and how I wish that we could sail across the heavens,
much faster than in the blink of an eye,
for I wish to travel so far away,
and so fast away from the Earth and its troubles,
for there are far too many troubles upon the Earth,
and I wish I knew why,
I wish I knew why,
but I hope to travel in space,
and find a more gentle place to live,
a place without the war and the death,
and the mass extermination of life,
that regularly plagues humanity,
yes, a much better place,
where not so many people die.