I made tracks for the other side of
everything known,
A place where I'm an alien, the place
where she is home.
A place where an adventure could be
something that you eat,
A place that's full of people just a
little bit like me.
One of them took me by the hand, began
the universal dance,
Then stopped in the middle to apprise
me of conflicting circumstance.
There's part of me still panting,
insisting this could work,
But I'm not really Captain Kirk.
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