We don’t come to bring you down.
You do that to yourselves.
Travellers here from far-off lands,
Others follow,
There are plans
You’ll never know.
We won’t tell all
Till passing time reveals.
The nature of our purpose here
Travel, space conceals.
Treasures hidden in the stars
Voidal,
Vacuum, space.
No, we don’t come to bring you down.
You do that as a race.
We don’t settle once we come.
Ephemeral passing,
Little here to seek.
We, as voyeurs, write the heavens.
Chaos and cosmos speak.
We don’t bring censure,
Admonishment,
That’s not for us to try.
Mere observations for firmament’s
Unfolding, endless sky.
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