Afar off somewhere in the stars
Something awaits, lurking around, perhaps
We could only dream to one day fly
So we might build our settlements in the sky
The distance between reality and a dream
Only if we could pursue and not let the spark dim
Among the many, there will always be the one
Without any pressure being place upon, this race the one must run
With greatness comes great responsibility
A sermon in no sense but to unsettle this reality
Is this greatness meant for a selected few?
Or is this responsibility avoided by the common man who knew
This thought has no weight as it is random
Just as bubbles rises from the bottles bottom
Among the stars though not one, settled in orbit lunar
Just as I lay my head, again there are my thoughts drifting afar.