Galaxies are here

Have you ever wanted to explore the cosmos?

Floating from place to place in the many wonders of space,

Countries are galaxies and you go to each one, in every place,

Honey has a galaxy or maybe there is a galaxy about cubes,



Well…



A plumber tried to tell me that,

One who was off his head,

One with a blackened beard,

A plumber who ate strange mushrooms,

A plumber who taught me that things of

The imagination shall remain so,

Forever remain so as treading on ground like that will

one day lead to deadly demises,



Ridiculous I know,



But…

Unfortunately, what we want out there,

Can’t exist,

Humanity isn’t a pleasant kiss,

Instead, there is something we missed,

Although it might already be too late to enlist,

Too late to enlist in the minds of fools,

Who dare to call themselves dreamers,



This is the part where I tell you about a dream…



I was in space with a friend,

We all went through space,

All around the bend,

All though we weren’t ready to face,

What was ahead…



It was just like planet earth,

It was in town me and my mates,

With are pilot in front coming by,

Buildings I saw, Houses I saw and the



unsettling joys of people I know,

Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera,

An identical environment to what I knew,

When I had this dream music played and drummed,

With an unfocused melody, 


Bund, Bund, Bund,

Dun, Dun, Dun,
Bun, Dun, Bun, Dun, Bun, Dun, Bun, Dun

Just like that,

Oh, how I dreamed for a taste

for even the most atrocious sounds,

Jumping for joy with friend and family

With eyes coated in black,



This story I tell can no longer follow any kind of scheme,

Instead, I need to express what was seen,



Black pupils looking at us with faces of joy.

We raced past and they looked in awe.

Looked at us with no emotion.

Life of all who I knew and many others copied by sub-human beings.



They then looked at me… and I was horrified.

We passed by them but each of those creatures stared.

My mate turned to me and said, if one died they would give chase…



Would a revolution happen?

A revolution?

What… kind of… revolution?

If there were one to happen?

What is next for humanity?

What is next for those who admire the cosmos?



I awoke in a rush of cold sweat,

My bed no longer felt safe, and neither did me,

Surveying the room, I felt danger from my conscious,

It never left my mind what I saw…

Fiction or non-fiction never mattered that day,

They were coming…and…now,

The cosmos meant nothing,

It wasn’t greater than the earth I stood on,

Never again will it be better than the origins,



Pay attention to where you grew,

It gave a map that it once drew,

One for you and many others to see through,

To see that in fact the real galaxies where you wish to be,



Are already here…