The purge

It's time to set fire,

To give up,

Of all those things,

Weighing you down,

What goes in,

Must come back out,

Forces ebbs and flows,

Not written in textbooks.

So you've got a spacevan,

But have you got a man?

To hold your hand,

When the stars start to blow up.

Author's Note

my first writing, please be kind in your critics.