I'm a bit thick really...

What goes on it the guts of a rocket?
Seems like life from an unknown source
An enigmatic creature attractive and random
Can’t be controlled by feather of force


Why do I run there? what could it be?
It can’t be moulded, misshapen, unfolded
So stubborn enough to get myself hurt
But pain is learning and I have a yearning


To skip along, feeling strong looking like nothings wrong
‘cause life’s a breeze, to be enjoyed with ease
and get in the way of things, exposed to happenings
I’ve lost my train, tripped over my words