How Did This Happen

How did this happen?

I'm drifting apart!

I thought I was gonna be lifted but I'm splitting the path.

I feel like I'm hitting but I'm missing the past.

Why don't I listen when I ask?

I'm on another mission to Mars.

A gift with precision to craft a vision to grasp the fiction they draft

It's been a blast of friction to task for a mask to go on living in half.

I'm a victim of a Christian wrath.

In a system with a vision for the stars.