A song that rhymes too much

Science and technology
Enhancing my reality
Sending a signal to E.T.
Please come and visit me

This slow world bores me
Wanna escape into the free
This slow world bores me
Wanna roam the galaxy

Reaching out for the stars
My mind is going out really far
Staying up through the night
Searching for a stellar sight

Reaching out for the stars
My mind is going out really far
Staying up through the night
Searching for a stellar sight

Like life from the cosmic string
I wanna evolve into something
Condensed dusty bubble in the star sea
Wanna revolve around more than debris

Probes and satellites and rockets
Pulp paperbacks in my pockets
Phantasm in my frontal lobe
Beaming me to other globes

Reaching out for the stars
My mind is going out really far
Staying up through the night
Searching for a stellar sight

First contact (a draft)

When I sleep I am still awake.

Are you looking at the stars? The stars are looking back at you.
I believe - I want to -
I believe in first contact.