Lying awake at night staring at the sky,
Thinking not dreaming while letting worries fester.
Up above is a voice that is listening,
Easing my head, giving me a peace of mind.
My troubles seem so few,
This is the time when I view
The possibilities of lifting, floating, drifting
To a different planet,
Or to a distant star,
Taste the flavors of a different world,
Talk to a different species,
Learn their languages, gestures, mannerisms,
Reach out to a different realm,
Hear the stories of different civilizations that use
Currencies that do not corrupt character,
Hear from people of what they endured,
Why they prevailed in not being misled,
If only
That were possible.
Because my mind landed
Back on Earth.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Comments (2)
I think we will be going to Mars in our life times if that's any consolation 😁
Using currency that does not corrupt, is an idea to ponder on. Wouldn't visiting a different planet be fun though. Learning new ways and cultures.