by Penny
Hey, Dad, I won't be home in time for dinner,
A million miles away and me without my American Express.
There's no yellow brick road and no ruby slipper,
There's no wizard in this Oz or good witch of the West.
How am I suppose to get back over the rainbow?
Farscape wasn't going to make Einstein's theory unravel,
just be the hero's son and prove my cosmic theory.
I wanted to prove the feasibility of galactic travel,
but that wormhole sure as hell wasn't on the itinerary.
And this isn't Kansas anymore Toto.
At least I'm not alone in this Uncharted Territory,
Learning is a journey and I'm committed to the trip.
There's sentient life out here, Dad, and each one is a different story.
Delvian, Luxan, Sebacian, Hynerian, Nebari and Moya-a living ship,
with symbiotic Pilot along to choreograph the show.
Me, I'm trying to stay alive, everything to lose or gain.
Back home I had a Ph.D. with esoteric physic themes.
Here I'm the scarecrow, just looking for his brain,
but everything is different and nothing is what it seems.
Everyday I'm learning more but there's still so much to know.
The truth is, Dad, I miss you and each day I miss you more.
I may not be technically alone but I'm the alien here.
A scientist's delight, there's a whole new galaxy to explore,
everyday's a new adventure but constant is the fear.
So I'll thrice click my heels together 'cause it's home I want to go.
Can anybody tell me how to get back over the rainbow?
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