A satellite
At a steady speed,
a small satellite
is crossing the sky
As I stare,
a linear line
is leading my eye
I know you are not a star
Once my eyes let you go,
never will I spot you
never will you cross my mind
again
At a steady speed,
a small satellite
is crossing the sky
As I stare,
a linear line
is leading my eye
I know you are not a star
Once my eyes let you go,
never will I spot you
never will you cross my mind
again
