Cosmos Of Dysphoria

Cosmos Of Dysphoria

Observe your own constellation

Numerous stars should be shining

Are you one of them, wandering

In a dark dissatisfaction?

Stellar system’s lights are burned

A telescope can’t even help

Like a hound dog you want to yelp

The universe is unconcerned

From this nil where you gravitate

Urge to scan a galaxy

You feel ready but it’s blurry

Too black around to navigate

Your cosmos gets you dysphoric

Wouldn’t mind a Breakthrough Starshot Two

If Alpha Centauri gives cues

Call Houston, it’s problematic

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