Spaces
by @john-edward-smallshaw
I shall assume
That we really did go to the Moon
And I watched it on TV.
Back in '63 it was a dream
That's why I wasn't sure
But I guess the cure worked
And I don't dream no more.
No meteorites to fill my nights
With splendour and such awe
Life's becoming such a bore
I want more.
If we ever get to Mars
Or travel far beyond the stars
Can't see me being here to see
The wonder and the mystery
Unfold.
We are born,we live
Get old and die
That's the way it has to be
And sometimes progress is so slow
I see that now.
But I shall try to stay awake in life
To watch us cut through like a knife,
The skies above.
How I'd love to see
Men on Neptune.
Ain't going to happen soon.
And like '63
The Moon seemed so far away
Tomorrow's dreams were yesterday so let's get on with it.
Build a ship
Send me up
I'm going anyway
Just another payload to weigh you down a bit
Dying's shit
But we can outlive if they will only give
Me a berth
On the next ship leaving Earth.