You used to build a rocket of chairs when you where a child
You used to explore the cosmic ocean
Finding signs of life on multiple planets
Capturing amazing aliens
Saving the Earth from death for three thousand times
And the glory, appreciation and respect awaited you everywhere.
But your childhood has ended and all of your dreams falled apart,
The cynic calculation came after the space.
Would the boy in a rocket made of chairs
Be happy to become a shop assistant?
You killed a fairytale in yourself,
You killed the childhood in yourself,
You killed an astronaut in yourself.
You will never see from the space
The Sun rising upon this planet,
You will never become one with stars
And find out their secrets.
You're bending down your back
Selling bread slicing machines.
You will never wake up late in the night
To see the bitter light of starlit sky.