Have you ever given thought
per chance to think,
alone
and sit
on the bowl while taking a shit:
that if, off this rock we never lift,
and to the stars we never fly, just drift,
that all this work and all creation
will be for naught, just annihilation?
Though not for us but progeny
to free them selves from tribal greed.
Could only hope and wish the best
And give this rock some needed rest.
Much later by our sun consumed.
And later still, Andromeda’s doom,
be cast aside, and allowed to drift
in empty space, a cold dark place.
Is not a dream if we can’t lift
and all our work just goes to shit.
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