Grandaddy Follow

He just finished eating dinner
and stepped outside the cave
to smoke a cigarette he'd made
from rolled up photo paper.
they were pictures of things back on earth.
he looked out on the greyish white expanse
of un-inhabited terrain he now called home.
he'd seen plenty of mirages
and imaginery visitors up until then
so he wasn`t sure what to think
when he saw swans
and they were wading on the shores
of a pale white lake
that he'd never seen there before.
and it was quite beautiful
and it was far away cause
everything beautiful is far away.

he knew he was as good as gone but gone
was somewheres he really didn`t mind going to
since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed
and the pictures of his loved ones
that he drew on the wall of the cave had finally faded.
he put out his smoke and proceeded toward the lake
repeating to himself
'everything beautiful is far away'.