Ad Astra

It seems every week I'm letting go more
Not looking around, not paying attention
I keep looking up, keep thinking of my place
and every week I'm letting go more

I'm going to leave in a little while
Spend some time some other place
Cruelty's its own reward
I'm not going to pay attention.

But somewhere in the deep field
Looking up and out, just maybe,
Some strange being is thinking,
"Is there someone more cruel than us?"