This Space Station is cold…dark-desolate-lonely;
This suit is a dense cage I cannot dare disrobe
For I am now humanity’s hopeless one and only
Sitting here alone, in this empty space probe
Back when they plucked my name out the lottery
I felt no relief – but an intense burden in my gut
My hands shaking, lungs empty, and eyes watery
And I would float, alone, out in who-knows-what
My mom cried joyfully – her son would live on
But how could she be happy? This is a pity
For who would see their son and wish upon
To be alone, eternally, the thought is not pretty
I watched the blizzards hit, and the following freeze
All I knew as my home frozen, shattered, thawed
But not me. As I reside still in my metal shame
With nothing to love or hold, just steel and zinc
They sent me with a recording of my mother
On a cheap, burnt CD – man, what a lousy joke
God, I wish they could’ve supplied me with another
I played it so much the stupid thing broke
They sent me with something-I forget the name
It’s a circular rotating model of the Earth
I wish I could remember-it’s a real shame
No one to remind me, but it’s cool-for what it’s worth.
But this spinning atlas labels every place I knew
And it’s a strange burden to have it now
For when I die, who will remember it true
Who would remember the when, where, who, what, how-
I miss when I could smile and talk with friends
My mouth is indefinitely shut these days, though
I know that all good things have certain ends
But why it had to be me, the last, I don’t know
Mom, can you still hear me these days?
Mom, are you in the stars like you said?
Mom – I’m starting to forget your gaze –
Mom, why do I have to live while you’re…
My feet will never again touch soil or grass
There’s no gravity of the situation, all I knew is no more
How dreadful it is now to be humanity’s last
Like the one comet-surviving living Dinosaur