I've been walking around wondering if our vision was ever truly our own.

Kicking dust up at the stars wandering all alone.

Are we grown enough to understand or aged and just as incompetent

The red dirt engulfs my feet and I, I can't breathe deep enough

I bury my thoughts into the red earth, ha into the red mars

How conceited of me to believe every where is earth, as if I only I exist

How conceited of me to think you only have time to answer my questions as though you are only my GOD

And my GOD the questions I have, the questions that are seething through my veins 

Kicking dust up at the stars wandering all alone

I come to the conclusion that our understanding is taught to us

Yet here on Mars as I plant  my feet and extend my arms into fields of black truth

There is no teacher

I can not think enough, I can not question fast enough

I can not understand enough so I pull my arms back not ready for the truth

Not ready to grasp the unknown and join a force field of people

Who enlightened have become stars on their own

And maybe right here as I describe my thoughts and feelings I am enlightened

Maybe I understand the nature of death

Maybe here on Mars I have realized that each star is a person who has figured out their truth

Their very own truth that has set them free from the boundaries of reality

Truths so pure and evident that there could be no boundaries to their grace and beauty

Truths so passionate and real that they burn at the very thought of themselves

Right amongst all of this I see you burning brighter than the dirt covering my feet

Pulling at my hands, blistering my skin

Forcing me to realize my own truth and come to my own conclusions

But I keep my eyes shut, I am not ready to see

I pull my arms back, I am not ready feel

I close my mind, I am not ready to understand

I distance my heart, I am not ready to forgive

I pull my toes from the dirt on Mars 

Kicking dust at the stars as I wander all alone