Staring at the stars,
never got me very far,
as far as you could see.

But in my head
when all was dead
I was flying free.

After earth and beyond,
in the time when
you all were gone
I moved on.

Solar sails
spread about
and there was not
a trace of doubt
to hold me back
as I traveled beyond the black.

Staring at the stars and past
as light years passed,
new questions asked
were mine to answer.

This cosmic dancer
swirled in the void
to explore and avoid
being destroyed
like my predecessor.

The one successor
to humanity’s endeavors,
the very clever me.

I do not look back
at my precious planet
but forever flee,
so I never have to see
the scorched scarred
planetary
destruction that haunts me. 

Now, I stare lovingly
out at the space
that beckons me
to travel in infinity.

Sparkling spiral galaxies,
unknown potentialities,
all these fantasies belong to me
as I daydream
staring at the stars.