Pale Blue Dot

This is not my spaceship.
I'm not sure how I got here.
I woke up with a bruise on my forehead,
And all my rations gone
I've not yet met the captain,
Nor seen any crew in the corridors.
I've been wandering here for hours
And fear something's terribly wrong.

I tried interfacing with the ship's computer,
But my cranial port is failing.
The antigravity module's down,
And my limbs are frantically flailing.
I'm not sure how much air is left,
And the fuel tanks might be dry.
So I find myself here drifting -
A lone soul in the sky.

So much mystery,
Confounded wondering.
There's a glowing light -
Not quite comforting.
It's almost peaceful here,
But I'm so alone.
That pale blue dot outside -
Will I ever see my home?

Quite fuzzy still, my head is.
To myself, I speak in anastrophes.
No help in the medical bay, I found.
No, there's not a soul around.
Mysterious creaks from the bulkhead.
Perhaps there's been some catastrophe.
What was that in the corner of my eye?
Did I hear a snarling sound?

Okay, it's clear I'm not alone,
But that creature's not my friend.
In the cargo hold, I can hide a while.
Oh god, is this the end?
I'm not sure how much air is left,
And the fuel tanks might be dry.
So I find myself here drifting -
A lone soul in the sky.

So much mystery,
Confounded wondering.
There's a glowing light -
Not quite comforting.
It's almost peaceful here,
But I'm so alone.
That pale blue dot outside -
Will I ever see my home?