Event Horizon

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill

In search of that which resembles home

 

As complex as the human genome

Suspended inhabitants frozen still

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

 

A enigmatic, cryptic syndrome

Paranoia, an instinct to instill

In search of that which resembles home

 

Earth an exponentially growing catacomb

Event Horizon, to survive, to live until-

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

 

Life, a filtered monochrome

A perilous journey, nothing uphill

In search of that which resembles home

 

The construction of a revolutionary tome

A sense, the purpose of destiny to fulfill

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

In search of that which resembles home

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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