I wonder if the sky is blue on mars
Or does it only reflect the stars?

Do you think there is another way?
One that is not
work, then play
work, then play
and work, then play?

If they’d found it do you think they’d tell us?
Or maybe we would be too jealous?
Maybe they’d make us pay

If the stars are the only truthful; thing
We can never know the plight that the future will bring.

Through the moon’s light
And the suns sorrow,

All we are promised is the uncertainty of tomorrow

Andrew W.
10-17-20