In Space, No One Can Hear You Cry - Color Theory

I am a non-critical system

Stuck on an overcritical rock

Lacking the skills, knowledge or training

To qualify as an astronaut

But could I be a passenger?

Stowaway or cargo?

Baggage?

In space no one can hear you cry

I smile and mouth the word goodbye

I’ll seek out a colony

Whichever one will take me

Take me to the stars

An object in motion stays in motion

An object at rest stays at rest

Sound waves can’t travel in a vacuum

And nobody passes my empathy test

But I don’t need an audience

Loneliness beats ignorance any day

In space no one can hear you cry

A satellite to resupply

I’ll survey the galaxy

Hitchhiking from rover to rover

Take me to the stars

In space no one can hear you cry

Self-conscious of their naked eyes

If you join in my fantasy

I promise to accept you