oblivious

my self is not so affectionate to my attachment to my world
but it let me play with my illusion as long as i want to my hearts content
with occasional glimpse of the glittering lit sky
a reference to the beyond
my permanent abode
sooner or later i have to leave forever
only when i am ready

is moon too exactly like this
what about being banished forever in neptune
landscape star lit sky
the absence of senses last
the end never ends

my self is waiting for my return
 a gravity i cannot escape with my imaginative senses