We came to Earth to surf the sky
Found the planet had just been sold
Crashed new deep-space barriers
Raced past rings of hidden weapons
Until my love stopped cold
Laughed
Sang a summer song and pointed upward
Shouted that’s our shooting star
And there it stood
The meteor flash meant we’d reached our goal
Our personal private beach
Enough air to surf the winds of space
Soon we were streaking off flaring comets
Delicious lips that kissed the sky
When not charging or carving there’s the local show
Wormholes wearing thin
Waiting for timed-out travelers
Who rarely read the schedules
Posted on passing planets
We plan to catch the next asteroid curl
But first must tell you folk below
You’re a figment of a fragment of a fold
Inside this choppy universe that’s not very old
Sorry, got to kick out before your new owners show