We’ll sail through the galaxies, conquer the stars,
Reach through the cosmos, colonize Mars.
As a spacefaring civilization we’ll find,
That’s there’s plenty of asteroids ready to mine!
The Earth is our spacesuit which no longer fits;
Miss it, we will, as we leave on our ships.
The Milky Way? Now child’s play.
On millions of other small motes of dust,
We’ll cure all our ails; live for what’s just.
Meticulously crafted feats of engineering,
With hundreds behind us clapping and cheering.
Cry when our children see that pale blue dot;
Smile and laugh at the now distant thought.
All of us together in endless space-time.
Each of us ready for a long life sublime.
All stars dwindle and every galaxy dies
But here we are now...
We yearn for the skies.