I've Set Foot on a Satellite

I've set foot on a satellite,
With smooth washed walls of white and gray.
Everything seems a 100 foot tall,
And a 100 feet away.

I'm walking among the giants,
And I find myself asking, "Who are they?"
For when I'm in their presence,
They don't speak what I expected them to say.

I'm sleeping among the stars,
But not yet close enough to touch the sun.
I lay restless in black velvet,
Why don't I feel like I've won?

I've set foot on a satellite,
With windows that picture the black.
Everything seems so out of place,
Is it too late to turn back?