I could wait a lifetime, for the right time to breathe. I know that it's too late, but I'm wishing I'd stayed. Like a dove, I sail. You will find me here in 10 light years, preserved. And I wonder in my vessel, is this where Descartes entered his black hole? If I'm open, I'm open. Like a dove, I sail. You will find me here. I am just sure of one thing. I exist, immortalized in Orion's side to see. I exist. Through Leo's eyes I'll scar the winter sky. I will. If I could breathe, then I could see anything, from the sun to Saturn's rings. I could breathe