I'm here.
Would it be conceited for me to say
I've never been anywhere else?
I've always been here, though I have to admit
I've been carried, without the permission of our planet,
For Twenty and One lengths of a circumference around that
Flaming body of a so-called star.
Whom still manages to be incapable of enough warmth
during the particular times,
though it has had the credibility of consistence.
I'm not saying I don't want to be
--and not meaning to come off as difficult,
but I wouldn't mind in the least if I could be,
Here, and at the same time
Capable of truthfully adding the two words:
With You