Walking towards a giant ship,
Hoping I'll see Earth again;
Waiting so long for this trip,
I dreamt of this day every now and then.
Entering the lift to the shuttle height,
Higher and higher the lift goes on;
Looking up at the lift's light,
It suddenly stops for me to be gone.
Out I go across the catwalk,
All I've known is about to change;
My whole life was on this rock,
This will burst my imagination's range.
Buckling in hoping for all to go well,
Staring into the starry night sky;
Knowing this trip would be hell,
I'm still ready to blast up high.
Off I go in my personal ship,
Higher and higher into the atmosphere;
Until I get stuck at the very tip,
A loud rumble and my breath is all I can hear.
I push and push to break that thick wall,
But I realize I can't do it alone;
I fumble and fidget and begin to stall,
And I remember of my extra boost cone.
The button, slammed on as hard as can be,
That extra push is getting me through;
Pressure on my body is almost possible to see,
Just before I pierce the wall, I think of you.
The shuttle starts to stall again,
But I don't let it go;
I push it through that small fence,
And out into space I flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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