Drifting, I woke,

dreaming, I thought,

as I saw you dance amongst the rings of Saturn.

Running, I fell,

lost, can’t tell,

If I can reach you before I start to burn.

Drifting, I woke,

dreaming, I thought,

as I saw you sing above the clouds of Jupiter.

I swam through space,

listening to grace,

until a black hole sunk me deeper than ever.

Drifting, I woke,

dreaming, I thought,

as I saw you hopping swiftly from star to star.

Reaching, I tried,

succeeding, I lied.

The meteor looked nice as it took me far.

Drifting, I woke,

dreaming, I thought,

I saw you in red in the deserts of Mars.

Fading, disappearing,

desperately I tried breathing.

A storm of dust sent me back towards the stars.

Drifting, I soared,

dreaming, no more,

as the blue planet smiled beneath our feet.

“It’s time to go home” I said,

“Not yet” you plead,

“My place is here, until my heart’s final beat.”

“Honey, can you pass me the remote? It is our child. He seems to be malfunctioning.”

Ernie grunted. He looked at the body of his offspring, frozen in his place on the ground, unresponsive. “If this happens once more, i’m taking him back to the shop.” Ernie passed the remote over to his startled wife.

“Oh, Ernie!” Gasped Hilda, in disbelief. “Have you NO feelings for this boy, that is ours?” She started to sob. Tears burning away her circuit boards. She clicked the button labelled RESTART. She clicked again. And again.

“There is NO USE, Hilda! The boy needs maintenance- Of course the remote won’t work! And must I remind you that empathy is not part of our design?!” Yelled Ernie as he slammed his metal fists through the wall, creating a perfectly round opening. “I’m sorry, Hilda, I..I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.”

The couple stared at their son, as he slowly came back into consciousness.

“Mom? Dad? Wh…what happened? Why am I bleeding?”