Like an astronaut I'm space bound
No barriers I hear no sound
No light past all sight
The moon up close don't look so bright
Thus forget regular dreams I want my apotheosis
My mind's in heaven's streams only Satan advert to this
Don't be foolish I don't question God
I question reason because my reason's odd
I was not the first to tell myself my reason's flawed
They don't want heroes, because somebody has to sit and applaud
Thus I suppose those who prefer to clap will sit and clap
I'm tired of failing myself I want gold on the shelf
I want my milk and honey
So I'll refine my mind till its silk and my words are yummy