Every place is so far away;
Places on maps, a world at bay
Suspended at distances, only imagined,
A travel itinerary, of endless pageant.
A world so large, you could get quite lost
Just crossing a street, caught up in thought.
It seems unreal it could be so expanded,
Like a blown out world, once disbanded.
And a thought which makes my little heart race;
Is there's other worlds, in outer space
And each its own island universe;
When god crafts a world, it isn't terse.
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