were to be the very first men
to fly beyond the barriers
that held us in.
Beyond Pluto
beyond the comets
beyond the asteroids numberless
to scout a new home
for a growing human race.
I can't believe my luck
that I am flying to outer space.
We're past the Solar System now
and hurtling towards
the utterly unknown.
I hear whispers on board
of a planet
like earth.
Could it be true?
Could it even be possible?
Might we
at last
find another place like home?