As We Float So High Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Watching other planets pass us by,
As we float around in the sky,
To find our purpose, in the universe,
Many do try, others ask why.
So much interference, false prophets,
Ruling our lives, turning our thoughts around,
Our planet ship is round,
Greed separates our earth into towns,
No one knows for certain, where we are bound,
Some are only interested, in material, things found.
The gravitational force, keeps our feet, ground,
As our transport keeps spinning around.
During the days, there is sunlight,
Then it reflects, off the moon, at night,
Much unknown never to be in our sights.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 1/18/2022 AD
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