.The Black Dye By Nicholas Martinez.

When I’m on Mars,

I wonder.

What is it that brings life?

From way up here,

looking at the greens,

and blues.

From up above in the mists,

looking at the unknown sphere,

with the unknown life

I’d rather be learning, about globes

then floating in a ship,

through tears of blackness,

And the transfer of dimensions

So what is life worth?

So what am I worth?

When I am isolated in black stars, with no endless dot

May I just be?

May I just study?

From the depths of black dye