It clings like Callisto, a shadow that won't let you go,
The weight of yourself, waxing and growing as you journey on through time,
Scars like Ganymede, haunting reminders of your sorrow,
From Titan to Triton, our Moon and beyond, exiled from the sublime.
“Ghosts of a future’s past,
or a tomorrow yet to come,
Doubt cripplingly amassed,
kerplopped and impossibly glum.
Daydreams glimmer aglow,
to a promise so impossibly bright,
Assurance isn’t necessary,
to know it’s gonna be alright.”