Pale Blue Dot
Freedom to choose
Freedom to lose
Alpha omega, the blood runs quick
Pride of the people in the arms of the sick
Curtains drawn
A tiny rock in an infinite space
A pretentious, silly place
Should we aspire to dance among the stars?
If the dream doesn't exceed the grasp
How can we get very far?
Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2011
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