We look towards the stars,
Yet, stay on the ground.
Fire burns in some to reach,
Others quickly dowse the flame.
Cellphone capable of calculations needed,
Computers past are said to be incapable after Apollo.
Desire presses on some like a panic,
Trapped on a ship we call a planet.
No matter your angle of flight,
A few chose to make this a bloody fight.
Shed the cuff, I say.
Fuel the flame of desire,
Rip away from the mire.
Blast off into the dark,
Cast off towards the distant light.
Time is ever flowing away,
Less and less every single day.
Fly higher than the sky,
For in the end, if we do not
We will all die with none to carry on the flame.
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