It all used to be like this –
Open sky, open land,
All untouched, all uncharted,
Every eye saw every star.
Now some never see and some are never seen.
Were we made to explore,
To be pioneers?
Were old lands meant to be new frontiers?
Or were we made to be grounded,
To be settlers?
To find our place and cultivate,
Instead of constantly trying to recreate
Newer, better worlds?
It’s shifting away from this –
Closed-in skylines, polluted light,
Blanketed cities, clouded minds.
Every star is overshadowed
As if progress was all that mattered.