finding inspiration on a substance-induced musical journey, i'll take a vacation to outer space, to explore the unknown and find new friends and a new meaning. i'll convince myself i can afford it and i'll end up moving out there. i'll absolutely love it and the new sense of independence and maturity it's given me. but slowly i'll start to mind how small my too-expensive apartment is and i'll realize i haven't been happy with where my so-called long term decisions have left me, and i'll take out a high-interest loan for a spaceship as a sort of 'mid-life-crisis stunt.' i'll come to my senses and finally understand that my endeavors were half-baked and my true desires do not lie in the environment i've made home. i'll make the move back to earth, where i left my friends and family. i'll then know what's truly important.