Away from it all,
my past life I can not recall,
the earth seems but a distant dream,
or some b-movie scene.
Secluded on Titan so far from home.
This place is dry and windy,
I can not see the sky,
way up high, I image earth,
But it is nothing, just like this civilizations birth.
Our supplies are depleted
our program has been deleted,
when will we get out of this dust,
The weather isn’t right,
The sand is to bright
The cold is unbearable,
I might be here forever, how terrible.
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