Astronomer, Or Philosopher? Poem by Free Thinker In A Cage

We dance under a red sky at daybreak,
a dance not unlike others, yet unique in it's existence.
The place past the misty colors of the shield above our head rests unknown.

Some people dream of it, long for it, to see what others don't.
A place beyond the stars, far from earth, far from Mars.
While others lie here,
content to dreaming within reach of their own stars.

The wind blows against the fields and flowers below,
While the stars above glow and shimmer, ever so faintly.
The stars, are like life,
fragile and dainty.

They say time waits for no man, and nothing is permanent.
Then, they are right. Nothing here will ever stay,
Sometime in the future, or maybe tomorrow,
there will be no today.

No history, no past.
No life, nothing at all.
Nothing but faint and fading stars....
As we wait for the fall.

For Philosophers,
Life is a dance under the stars, is that what life means?
We all have our own philosophies,
our own lives, our own dreams.

And Astronomers,
But we all share the same fate, no matter where our card lies.
Even when some of us,
would rather reach past the skies.