It's painfully true
That I know not what I'd do
If I could master this place
Which is yes mine
Because I come here
Whenever I rhyme
Which I do all the time
So what else would you call it
Only for the life of me
It's technology
That I cannot master
And can only use
Like a stupid fool
So that's the downside yes
To being blessed
To travel here
Whenever I write my verse
Not to mention
Though also blessed
With a creative mind
I cannot think
Of any way
Save for the stupidest one
Which involves the writing
Of a goodful poem
To help me master the home
I'd love to live me in
As here I know
I'd be my happiest
As sadly yes
My success
Can never be
What I want for me
Not there at least
On a teeming Earth
Where my good works
Are laughed at
Like I'm not all that
And ain't ever gonna be
No success at all
And that won't do
So while it's true
That I'll be missed
By family close
And even friends
Here is where it ends
In mine own place
In the good of space
Above a world
That I'd love to explore
Because it must have more
That I can learn
I cannot learn on mine
All I need to do
Is to learn
What seems impossible yes
So yet again
I'm fucking lost
And would pay any cost
For tomorrow to begin
Yes one where I win