the aging cosmonaut

somewhere in the ussr there is a cosmonaut
who no longer believes
that we can thrive through the universe

somewhere inside this aging cosmonaut
his once-everlasting beliefs
no longer thrive when he looks at the universe

all he sees is a mass of energy
aimlessly aimed at anything
no point and no direction

all he sees is a cluster of light and dust
planets and stars he no longer trusts
no point and no direction

and the cosmonaut has never ridden his powerful rockets
ever since
and the cosmonaut has kept his hands inside his pockets
ever since

somewhere in the ussr there is a cosmonaut
who is thinking about how his life has been a waste
and thinking about how everything has been a mistake
and about how the skies could be so ordinary and fake

somewhere in the ussr there is a cosmonaut
roaming in the streets desolated and distraught
roaming aimlessly
no point and no direction