[Storyteller.]

Been a long road to follow,
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday.
Are the memories I hold still valid,
or have the tears deluded them?
Maybe this time tomorrow,
the rain will cease to follow,
and the mist will fade into
one more today.
Something somewhere
out there keeps calling.
Am I going home?
Will I hear someone singing
solace to the silent moon?
Zero gravity, what's it like?
Am I alone?
Is somebody there
beyond these heavy aching feet?
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on.
Something is pulling me.
I feel the gravity of it all.