Up is just an idea
Once you're so high
That down is all there is
With each withered stair
Teetering up a winding lattice
Only stopping once
To be sure humanity was just an idea
Climbing quickly from the toil & torment
Beyond the Earth
To the truth
Tasting clouds they said you'd never touch
On moons they never knew
Perhaps I think too much
It was just an idea
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