It’s terribly freighting looking up at the sky sometimes.
I feel so small looking into the vast open space.
I feel smaller knowing how big the world actually is.
I don’t usually ask myself what’s out there. I feel like that’s an obvious question.
All I think about is how much I want to be up there.
Explore all of space without a care in the world.
Reach different worlds,
Run for my life.
Save a world or two.
I should’ve been born 150 years from now.
But looking into the sky now…
I’m okay with this.