If the world
Tries to tear us apart
I'll build a rocket ship
And we'll colonize Mars

The wide world infront of me
With a countless option to choose,
My heart craves for most of it,
I'll try my best,
What's there to lose?

From flying to climbing
and exploring space,
From studying stars and prepare
to reach Mars,
Observing the magic of lights
at the north,
A kingdom of isolation is what I want
To test out the magic I've got;

More than thoughts
These are my dreams,
To explore the unknown
And rule my kingdom alone,
As a powerful Queen ;

But I realized,
Beyond myself there's a world,

The world that is neglected,
deprived of peace and humanity,

That is being perpetually reigned
by extreme negativity,

The devastating circumstances that can't be understood
by the beings of the privileged society ;

And for that world,
Staying silent isn't an option
Rather it has become a habit for us,
The habit that is letting
blood and cries to stain
our world's beautiful canvas;

And only raising voice isn't enough
I have to let my actions speak for me
If I want my world to get rid of this cruel
handcuff;

And I'll let my dreams be that big
In which
The whole world can fit;

I'll be living my dream
While making sure
Others can at least
learn to dream;

The drive is endless, perilous,
and being recorded for posterity,
because one planet
is no longer enough.

H.P. Lovecraft is at the wheel,
and we're looking at one thing
and not your mother.

That was a Freudian slip,
but not really surprising
since he's also along for the ride.

And when we get there
we'll scavenge for sovereignty
in the orange filter of hope.

Then a flag will mark
our demesne,
a spot defining both
pride & terror,
as it delivers a dose of ambition,
yet, reeks of future tyranny.

Pray our luck runs out along the way
or we run out of gas
or steam
or headway...

Then again, maybe we should
hope for the breast.
I mean best !
Freud's at it again.