We once dreamt of open sails
and open seas
We once dreamt of new frontiers
and new lands
Are we still a brave people?
Somewhere along the way
we forgot to look up
we forgot to wonder
we forgot to imagine
we forgot to dream.
When history writes about us
what will they say?
Will they say they watched the masses huddle idly
and weak voices whispering apathy?
Or will they say that we turned the
question marks that loom over this
generation into declarative periods?
A statement that shouts, “We will not
choose to sit idly while the cosmos moves on!”
The sky is indifferent. For I have never seen it cry.
It will not wait for us, so we must go to it.
Because if we ignore the cause of the sky,
who then will draw the maps of the universe?