Terra Firma

Whims and fancies fly sky-high Each man's dreams touch the troposphere. Some find it within themselves to break Free from earth's restricting sphere! But come they must for their final roost, To earth be still fast-bound. From dust ye came and there ye'll rest Merged finally with the ground! So soar on high to the utmost point Go light years hence from the earth. But do realise that come what may Your one with your place of birth! I know that visions of galactic jaunt Find pride of place in you. But humble origins is your lot Find realism in all ye do!