Red planet, blue planet, old planet, new planet.
Doesn’t matter which it is you choose.
If it turns out dull you can always move.
Pick another from the countless sea.
Then count down to one from three.
Its that little time to arrive.
Obviously superior than to only survive.
Uni sun, two sun, young sun, dead sun.
Scarcely believe these sights I see.
Nothing will ever take them from me.
As I sail across the unending black.
Never would I want to take it back.
For this is right where I wish to be.
Space is the epitome of being truly free.
Set course, smile and wave.
Be taking joy to my someday grave.
Doubt it’ll be anytime soon.
Long ways off is my doom.
High sea, low sea, in sea, no sea.
Yet there is so much more to sail.
All of it better than the old Holy Grail.
For this new beginning could change the stars.
More so than humanities first journey to Mars.
Important as it was indeed.
That was only a stepping stone, you better believe.
Set course, smile and wave.
Be taking joy to my someday grave.
Doubt it’ll be anytime soon.
Long ways off is my doom.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 