Attractive is the idea
Luna habitation, the human ideal
The future we cannot guarantee, the ordeal
So the earth we destroy, our foolishness to reveal
These are odds, one cannot fathom
Lyrics so rough, only the beauty of music can give meaning to
A life so out of tune, even science is still down the road
When shall we turn fantasy into reality?
Well, it's all mumble and rumble
Those who romanticize happiness will surely stumble
Rather idealise pain, and in good health be humble
The foolish will for ideas, forever fumble
@26 November 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem