SEARCH FOR SPOCK
October 5, 2004
We are separated by solid glass
Your time is short so we have to talk fast
Yes my dear friend your death is near
But it is not something that you fear
Always you've said no emotions you possess
But you will always be half human no matter how much you protest
In a raspy voice you finally say that you'll always be my friend
But it appears that era of friendship will soon come to an end
The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few
If only I'd known that you'll be starting your life anew
Your funeral short, but meaningful it was
Your body was deposited in space, why just because
A few weeks later a Vulcan life force was discovered on a planet below
Was it you, I know not, I have no proof to show
My son and another where beamed down from the dock
And thus continues the search for Spock.