𝓐𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮...

𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼...

𝓞𝓯 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻...

𝓞𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸!

How do we live,
Without expectations,
Only to drift,
No revelations.

How do we lie,
Just to ourselves,
So we don’t find,
Our own special wealth.

How do we ****,
All of our dreams,
We know our will,
We know we’re kings.

How are we loud,
But then so silent,
Fear makes no sound,
But it’s so violent.

How are we kind,
Just to give help,
But never will find,
The love in ourselves?

How are we lonely,
But have so many friends,
When we are the only,
Ones to feel bent?

How are we alive,
Just to feel dead,
Only to whine,
Filled with regret?

How do we speak,
Words of no depth,
But then when we leave,
Meaning gets fed?

How do we fly,
Just to come down,
Never to pry,
And never be found?

It is absolutely remarkable.

To leave the rock that nurtured you
using the gifts that were given to you,
despite all the Earth's attempts to keep us content,
to explore a world away from a world.

For ourselves, and for ourself.
This is a time when calling an astronaut a hero
surpasses all nationality,
and the entire world can be prideful at being a human.