I Am Just Interstellar
I could rip my mind apart while beating a dead horse became the only perspective.
Anger— bombarded by an entire community.
Every flaw was picked apart, as if my journey was too loud for your mind to let it rest.
You flipped through my pages like I was a book to study.
A mystery, of course.
I am just interstellar.
Now the end draws near, yet we continue down roads paved with discrimination, never realizing how powerful my universe truly is.
My mind is more focused than a single stride.
I am just interstellar.
So I ask only one question:
Have you figured it out yet?
I am just interstellar.