• Hitch me to the belt of Orion,
    I think him and I could be friends once again,
    we rule opposite skies
    but one radiates more light
    and I need help out of the dark this time.

    I'd set my sails for the shores of the lonely,
    if the lonely set their sails to find a friend,
    and I'd become Nothing if it made things different,
    so Difference could know what it's like to blend in.

    Without a care in the world,
    we'd forget the 'H' in "what?", "where?" and "why?",
    because born without,
    perhaps the word would die,
    and in the absence of question,
    none could ask for help from the starlight.