Vague

Life begins ,we have one candle, on a cake
then this grows until, the years get scrambled
like cattle gathered , vague
we exist like pins , sharp but soon to break
holding a thread within that ,soon the eye can't take
the moon does , so levitate ,the planet  will always rotate  
if we're still on it ,got off or , not even been made
plus it turns us the wrong way and it sits nowhere near straight
shot at by comets and measured day to day
nothing goes from it ,apart from an alien face
or maybe the odd rocket , we hope makes it to space  
I've no scope , I've lost my way
my hands both ,don't hold they trace , the walls that run across to form
this crazy fucked up maze .