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.

Ahead of us is faint salvation,

Behind us harbingers of doom.

Battles fought within the void,

By planets and their many moons.

Always running, always fleeing,

Not always knowing where we are.

Searching for a place to rest,

Whether it be near or far.

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.