The Last Planet
The last planet on the left
Empty of passengers still
Within their own borders spin
In orbit around themselves
While exiting the solar system
Leave everything behind the sun
Large objects have a tendency
To carry too much weight in space
To stop reflecting on themselves
With light that is not of their making
To ask for directions forward on
One must leap into the cosmic soup
Far reaches are the things of dreams
There are no maps within the planning
When in the deep of things not seen before
The last planet swallowed whole by night
Left behind the sun including people
Passengers who were in it for themselves
To start a new beginning takes some skill
To leave the solar system takes a planet
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