Will's Astronomy

I was lost and all alone Didn’t know how or why to carry that stone All I ever had felt lost in Endless daily strains and huffs Look inside the photo album See a young boy staring back at me So hopeful in his eyes and yet They’re just a dreamful circus act See into his eyes From a vertical decline Grab the rope and swim on up Break the surface, now look up Coming back to life Bring me back to life From the long and dark embrace We are coming back to life ♫ My belt’s too big, but my heart is full Birds sings outside on a fountain throne Melodies flying on the wind There’s no need for anything more Walk outside on a sunny day Ten years behind, but never late Sing this song so I will know Today’s the day I accelerate ♫ Coming back to life Bring me back to life From the long and dark embrace We are coming back to life Coming back to life Bring me back to life From the long and dark embrace We are coming back to life

Dreams slip back and fade away Leaving worlds as but a taste But in this moment to which I wake Will I find these dreams some future day? Is it gone now? What still remains? Feels like I’m only Half awake When first we met that September day A journey began we could not waste And now we go our separate ways We found our dreams that cloudy day Is it gone now? What still remains? Feels like I’m only Half awake

High above the ground the wind’s longing wail hollers across the night, seeming to breathe - in, out - gasping for freedom yet never finding it. Atlas breathes his common sigh trapped inside these walls.   Hear the churning furnaces, funneling heat floor-to-floor, shattering ice succumbing to gravity’s constant pull, see the ghosts of rocketry twenty years forgotten with hopes and dreams and aspirations, never lifting off.   Jansky’s Oars cry “never more!” imprisoned in the dark. No more to part the waters, or crack the sky’s hidden code. Only I wander the halls tonight - unbidden, unbecoming - the ghost of present tense.   Memories linger here, in mildew's smell and lead-tipped paint, of Those who once broke bread, stepped foot beyond Earth and wandered the universe in their minds. They escaped the solemn night.   In time comes our salvation, our crucible, our escape… a graduation, one could say! But that time is not yet, not near. I am trapped in Sterling Hall.