I Wish I Was An Astronaut This, if I look close enough and push the cluttering numbness away, is an awesome and terrific sadness, don't ask why, I couldn't really say it's a pain that only death could cure but I don't really feel alive anymore it's the rage of being stuck in the middle the trapped spirit with no window or door in a world full of faithless, ugly ignorance, a tunnel of dark and dumb machines we call the human race, say things ten times and still then explain what it all means I guess one can only take so much of life, being forced to live it with others before the anger of screams not heard pierces the heart, and spirit it smothers So why this sadness overwhelms me so I can't explain it because I don't understand it it sure must be nice to be an astronaut and be able to leave the planet.