I’ m ready. Lying there on the other side of moon waiting for some respect. Come and get me out of there. Still making a call to stars asking the same question again and again. Who am I? Why am I here? Lying alone. Bad luck, huh?
Poor you, honey. Stop waiting! Come and grab me. I’m not so far as you think. It’s needed to be ready. Aren’t you?
Aren’t you?
