Wanderings
The road to Earth goes on and on,
By pulsars and dark matter seas.
Through vacuum where no star has shone,
By worlds unmarked by history.
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Ahead of us is faint salvation,
Behind us harbingers of doom.
Battles fought within the void,
By planets and their many moons.
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Always running, always fleeing,
Not always knowing where we are.
Searching for a place to rest,
Whether it be near or far.
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Vipers, Raptors, Raiders, warships,
For too long it is all we've known.
Yet someday it will come to end,
When we find our future home.
