Humans knew not so long ago,
The potential of the mankind
That it has no end of the row,
But minds and flesh that bind.

Every summit has its journey
So, most seek for this peak.
Yet they, humans, let things be
And over time they felt sick.

Chasing this end of the road
So hard, it seems impossible.
Settling looks like it is a better node,
Thus, these people need a call.

Even the word impossible
say, "I'm possible."
For as long as humans persist,
The limit does not exist.