Baby let me be your satellite

Not your moon

Shining with someone else’s light

But your satellite

The one you made

You know the unattractive, less flashy one?

The one you made?

The one you use?

The one that goes around you?

Your communication tool?

The one that watch you over thousands of miles away?

I am your satellite

I will just stay here

Orbiting till you need me

Till that day comes

When I become space junk

Till you do not find me; useful and sophisticated

Orbiting, watching feeling nothing

But that I am just a satellite.


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