#84 supposedly

Living in the outer space,
has made me think of death,
I don't want to die alone,
not without you, oh no,

farming in the shuttle,
requires some magic hands,
the power love and life,
that you only have.

We could take a long way home,
to the Earth where we have to face all the menacing eyes.
Or we could catch all the stars, and hang them on all Christmas trees.
Supposedly.

What kind of mad wager that I,
I put on the table,
I risked so much that I've lost you,
so cruel, isn't?

We could have named all our kids,
with fictional characters,
from TV shows we enjoyed so much,
or from the local broadway,
perhaps from movies?
Supposedly.


Just because we had millions and trillions of fights,
I thought that everything has crumbles when it wasn't,
so I prematurely pulled the plug,
when I shouldn't have,

supposedly.