sitting on the edge of tomorrow

i've crash landed, 23 lunar cycles have past
i'm down to the last rations, panicking
but managing, i keep seeing things then vanishing
imagining, life before banishment
a candles lit, watch the flame as it melts and drips
a momentary gift in this dark abyss
but is it any worse than the life i've lived
a soldier for the colony from age of 6
beta test was a success in a couple kids
the rest of my friends died like guinea pigs
tested till their bodies couldn't handle it
the biochip would leak into their brainstem and mangle it
unable to reverse the damages
brain dead, head to toe in bandages
my mind is a cage full of memories of canvases

but i burnt them all

the lab, the scientists they had to fall
ordained from the spirits when i heard the call
hacked into the systems and cyberdolls
turn cybernetic, enter their firewall
the crawlspace was tight
to the hangerbay where a ships in sight
armed with my life and a pocket knife
i'm sorry for my friends that have died tonight
i hope you'll find peace in the afterlife
there's the ship, here's my chance hope i fly it right
controls are confusing, and the steering's tight
feeling light, fearing flight, will i die tonight
or make it out of the other end and have a life
stargate is open i initiate the hyperdrive
this is it, will i survive
close my eyes
hold my breath
and count to 9

next thing i knew i was on decline
crashed on this planet by and ether mine
tried for months but the engines died
i've camped out in mountains and forest sides
although i'm alive, i feel alone
these words from my pen, i call them home
i roam
sitting on the edge of tomorrow.