Sayonara.

oh, compassionate starlight, you're
shinning hard on me, you're
locking me into your tractor beam, your
"beam me up Scotty, take me out of here," you're 
ripping me, ripping me, out and away, out and away, my
feet are crying. Leave me on the ground! But my heart is
soaring. I
am so confused. What am I? Just the sum of all these
parts? These parts? These parts? These
warring factions? These nations? These societies? They
don't know how to talk to each other. They're animals.
They're children. They're playing at diplomacy. Take me
away. From the earth. 
The stars. Now that's what I'm, saying.
The stars. Now they really know how to shine. Back home. That's what I'm saying.
I don't care if you're tearing me apart.
I don't want to stay here.
Goodbye, feet.
Sayonara.