space is the place   to be   on this hot and humid summer night   lost myself where?   a slight return   mistress midsummer's eve   and I cannot conceive what it is they want from me   my lost and wandering soul   cut half from whole   which black hole can I get lost in?   and double-crossed in life   like midnight frost in my window   this flow cannot make amends   as time restlessly twists and bends   sends my indifferent hope into one corner of the universe   while I curse another   where the noise is too much   too much violent noise in my silent corner   on my planet   where is the space in this place   and who could understand it?