Sound asleep. Waking up slowly.
The centrifugal force was no longer powerful enough to hurl out the thoughts, which unsuccessfully went round in circles, without any stimulous, so my head was denied the silence needed for sleep.

One foot searching for the floor and then

Step by step by step by step
Before my eyes, the first stage of my journey.

Dust motes dancing in the light which insistently makes its way through the small gap in the middle of the curtain.

You have to get used to walking upright.
Step by step by step towards
the light.

I make it I make it I make it to the window.

For the moment I'm turning my back on the outside world to focus on the next step. Far behind my deserted base camp, which last night still was the home of sleep, not shared with no one, at the other end of the plane, there lies
the opening, the entrance or exit, it depends on your direction.

Majestically it sits unlocked upon its hinges.
Step by step by step by step
I'm almost accustomed now to putting one foot in front of the other.

I make it I make it I make it to the door

Into the open!

I make it I make it I make make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the city
I make it I make it I make it over the border
I make it I make it I make it make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the land
I make it I make it I make it out of the continent
I make it I make it I make make make it
Out of all eleven, even the still rolled-up
dimensions

I make it
I'm sound asleep...

I'm sound asleep. Waking up slowly
The body functions the mechanisms of the consciousness are all restarting, are all back again, with their usual ballyhoo; back on the surface, I feel completely unrefreshed, nearly quashed. Below me at the usual place:

Step by step by step by step
Since my last glance outside nearly nothing, nearly nothing has changed. Only:

Dust motes dancing in the light.
The next step is still within reach. It is possible. It is even humanly possible.

You have to get used to walking upright.
But this Homo Sapiens or Homo Erectus will reach his goal. In no time!

I make it I make it I make it to the window.

I'll have a long passage ahead of me.
I get into the pressure suit. I put the helmet on my head and heavily equipped I continue on my way. On and on, and on, and on, and on... in direction towards
the opening, the entrance or exit, it depends on your direction.

Nothing can slow me down, except extraterrestials shooting at me, or similar unforseeable nonsense.
Step by step by step by step

I make it I make it I make it to the door

Into the open!

I make it I make it I make make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the ecliptic
I make it I make it I make it out of the system
I make it I make it I make it make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the galaxy
I make it I make it out of the local group of galaxies
I make it I make it I make make make it
Out of all eleven, even the still rolled-up
dimensions

I make it
I'm sound asleep...