I am in awe of the limitless nature of the human mind How it stretches infinitely inwards Containing a private universe that would be forever in isolation Unless that individual chooses to launch out shooting stars Rocket ships from other worlds in the form of music, poetry, art We are sending satellite signals out from our galaxies Desperately holding cups to our ears Tightrope walking on the string theory
Because the world needed yet another teenage poem with space imagery.