I've slept away my years,
Tucked into a plexiglass capsule.
The computer constantly plotting,
And calculating to get me home.
I dream of home,
Of my family and friends.
Of those that will be gone when I return.
I make use of tesseract travel.
Because a straight line
Between two points
Is not the fastest way
To cross the distance.
Instead I cut a hole on each end of the road,
And stitch them together.
I travel faster than light.
Faster than thought.
Faster than the musings of Gods.
Interstellar travel is uneventful.
At least if you're inside the ship.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
I've slept away my years,
Tucked into a plexiglass capsule.
The computer constantly plotting,
And calculating to get me home.
I dream of home,
Of my family and friends.
Of those that will be gone when I return.
I make use of tesseract travel.
Because a straight line
Between two points
Is not the fastest way
To cross the distance.
Instead I cut a hole on each end of the road,
And stitch them together.
I travel faster than light.
Faster than thought.
Faster than the musings of Gods.
Interstellar travel is uneventful.
At least if you're inside the ship.
