Constellations

Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase The last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face I swear those hands move faster every day I'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray 'Cos the sparkling light from the morning sun Is all we should need to feel one I reach the station with just minutes to spare I glance at my watch, time's going faster these days, I swear Eyes focus up now to the train time table board There're only 2 platforms to be explored And it's then that I admit it to myself That I am lost, so lost But you're the constellations that guide me There's a train at 12, destination disaster It's running on time as time runs faster On platform 2, its destination sustainability It's delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at 11:50 Platform 1, it says "stand behind the yellow line" But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station I don't board it 'cos I decide that it's the wrong destination But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen And I'm lost, so lost Where are the constellations that guide me? And then I realise that We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks And we have to squad up And we have to watch each other's backs With forgiveness as our torch and imagination our sword We'll untie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the bored And we'll start a world so equal and free Every inch of this earth is yours, all the land and all the sea Imagine no restrictions but the climate and the weather Then we could explore space, together, forever... And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations