Chuckling, I dropped my hands away then sighed again. Tedium quickly turned to boredom as I lost myself in wormhole space. How long has it been now since I’ve seen the inside of a station? How many more systems to go? No, don’t look, just keep going. My friends must think I’m a nut.
I needed to chill.
“Aura”, I spoke, “Play something from my Grandfathers playlist.”
Without replying, Aura began to play.
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill.
I could see the city light.
Wind was blowing, time stood still.
Eagle flew out of the night.
He was something to observe.
Came in close, I heard a voice.
Standing, stretching every nerve.
Had to listen, had no choice.
I did not believe the information.
Just had to trust imagination.
My heart going boom, boom, boom.
“Son”, he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home”.
To keep in silence I resigned.
My friends would think I was a nut.
Turning water into wine.
Open doors would soon be shut.
So I went from day to day.
Though my life was in a rut.
‘Til I thought of what I’ll say.
Which connection I should cut.
I was feeling part of the scenery.
I walked right out of the machinery.
My heart going boom, boom, boom.
“Hey”, he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home”.
(Hey, back home).
When illusion spin her net.
I’m never where I want to be.
And liberty she pirouette.
When I think that I am free.
Watched by empty silhouettes.
Who close their eyes but still can see.
No one taught them etiquette.
I will show another me.
Today I don’t need a replacement.
I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant.
My heart going boom, boom, boom.
“Hey”, I said, “you can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home”.
