I heard a little rumor there is a way to escape this world –
travel through space and time, and free your mind.
I dared to dream a psychedelic dream would take me away
but I stayed, right here, on planet Earth,
no space odyssey in store for me
I guess I’m meant to be right here where I am.
But the sun came down to kiss me
and it whispered in my ear,
I am but the first and nearest, of many stars to come.
And the sun’s gold lips left a tiny imprint
upon my skin where it kissed me
so I’d be forever reminded of that kiss
and when disappointment rears its head
I must remember there is something more
that has simply not arrived yet.
For the next star, as the sun foretold,
traveled from a nearby solar system
and shared with me its wisdom,
graced me with a gentle kiss,
leaving yet another golden mark upon my skin
so I would always remember
to heed those whispered words.