Destination Mars
The routine can make you tetchy in this little ship of ours, cooped up in here for two months now with the destination Mars. And even if we survive, you still think were gonna make it out alive? Easy days are hard to take. In space, no one can hear you bark. The birdsongs play in the hydroponics bay, but isn't it just whistling in the dark? And even if we survive, you still think were gonna make it out alive? What is it that we lost? What have we undone? All we were looking for was another sun. Where are we headed now? It's into the unknown, but it doesn't look like we'll be going home. So the nebulae are blooming around the heart of a neutron star. Am I awake or am I dreaming? Maybe we have come too far, and even if we abide will we ever dare to take a step outside? Last week, it was a belt of asteroids that was keeping us on our toes. Some days it's hard to know what this is for. Maybe just see where this wormhole goes. But even if we survive, I wonder if we'r