Minus Me USS

Here I am, asleep in a hologram
My mind's a ghost
Prednisone to help stimulate his growth
The edge is close

Here we are sustained by a dying star
With time to kill
Breath by breath it's hopscotch to certain death
We're built to spill

Now for my next trick
I'll worry myself sick
I'll write it in sidewalk chalk
Across your whole street

I miss your soul
I miss your soul, soul, soul
It's time to grow

Here it is
The chance to rebuild the bridge across the void
Blink by blink, a balance of of feel
And think, a life enjoyed

Now for my next wave
I'll focus myself brave
Retire my microscope
And check my baggage