We’ll Never Get There

When I was young and my
Eyes were clear I would look
At the stars on
Cold nights.

They were close, so close
I knew I could
Touch them if I
grew a bit taller.

In those days we
Knew we would get
There, with rockets and atomic
Power

Or some strange
Power we knew nothing
Of that would let
Us grow tall.

And when he took
That one small step we knew
That we were tall
Enough.

But we stopped
Going back.

Now when I look
Up, the stars are
Not as bright.
I know how far away they are.

Or I don’t know. But I
Know I am small and will
Soon blink out like that
Falling star I saw just now.

I know there are few
Places I can live
And none out there. I have
To carry here with me.

So what’s the
Point? Little blinky
Things, baubles that dazzle the eye
I know I can never touch.

We’ll never get there.