What we are aiming for
Is a good ways off; in the clouds;
Someplace yonder in the boonies;
Beyond our reach, or, in the middle of nowhere.
It is a pipe dream we’re lighting,
So remote we don’t see the smoke.
Our goals are far-flung;
Like another world’s offerings,
Where the deep blue skies are unattainable.
We are reaching for the higher fruit,
For a single bed in the Ivory Tower.
Visionaries are blinded beyond the pale;
Beyond the bounds, a good ways off;
Instead of grasping for the unearthly, the Utopian,
We must look next door;
Not at the moon or Mars or some galaxy
A million miles away,
To find what’s in our reach,
And grab it.