Riding the Comet

A poem open for interpretation.

I am riding the comet,
settled down on the move,
always travelling, never moving.

I have travelled far,
yet remained where I am,
as space-time continues to fly by.

I cannot fathom myself
the distance I have travelled,
and still I am on my way.

I have seen stars,
lighting me up on the way,
but always fading behind me again.

The last two stars
has held me back,
the gravitational pull
keeping me in their orbit.

I have received two suns,
involuntary as it was,
but I would not have
it any other way.

My travels now go
wherever my suns go,
I am still travelling,
but I never move.