The beckoning light of the far-off suns
That populates the darkness around us, run
Together in a map of endless time,
Inviting us on a space-ward climb
The stars are like turnstiles, a gateway to answers
A realization of who we are- transfers
Us to unknown worlds in the depths of our minds,
Imaginings of planets and creatures of all kinds.
We dream these things, for our destiny must be
These pinprick lights in the darkest sea.
The stars are forever calling us home
As we enter the turnstiles to the future they unfold.
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