I grew up enslaved by the light of the stars,
Knew I'd be the first one on Mars.
Now my dreams have changed in so many ways,
As youth will fade into better days.
But I'm still spending nights out on our front lawn,
Or the bridge of the Enterprise until dawn,
Comes to burn out the truth of a thousand worlds,
And leave us here with nothing more than a coward species piss drunk on the floor.
And we're still here.
The things that distinguish a life from death,
Matter so much more than your drawing breath:
To Know, and to Feel, and to Search for Truth.