Humanities Doorway
Stretching, far as my eyes can see in the night sky,
Thousands and thousands of spaceships float by.
Again and again this dream taunts me, with no cry.
I have no delusion; I know this is a dream so dry.
Rolling across, heavens as in motion picture mode.
Was this an omen or just my mind, or some code?
Alien spaceships, different shapes and preparations,
Yes they continually traveled in parade formations.
To the stars I look at in infatuation and dismay.
Our destiny unclear, no aliens exist they say.
The stars have always had amazement and intrigue.
Hear my plea and thoughts without any fatigue.
Each day, discovering other species, beyond our league,
Stars are just another ocean to be examined even more.
Traces of life have already been found on our measly tour.
Arrogance is just a disease to portray, we are alone for sure.
Reality is, the most nearest planets, we should not ignore.
Serve not to abandon our journey, it is humanities door.
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