Up There

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.


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