Stranded out in deep uncharted regions of mystery,
Building on the past progression, the timeless march of history.
Drifting on momentum, long run out of burn,
Still in weightlessness directions are upturned.
Although wonderous always are the sights and sounds,
Different values encountered, some petty, some profound.
Wander far enough and at some point you just accept,
A difference of the margin of error is just a moment to intercept.
New planet rising, am I the only one?
Vision clear with blind spots, still forgotten sun.
Blanketed in black void, surrounded by points of light,
From powerful forces, the rising of each new day must fight.