Life Of A Space Rat Poem by Justus Cyril E

In the belly of a steel-bound ship,
I scurry through the starlight's grip.
Not a king, not a god, nor cat—
Just a dream-chasing, floating Space Rat.

Through wires and walls I make my way,
Past galaxies in disarray.
Nibbling crumbs of cosmic lore,
I wonder—was Earth ever more?

They launched me high with hopes and pride,
A speck in black, no place to hide.
I map the stars, I dodge the doom,
Yet carry home within my womb.

No golden crown, no throne of grace,
Yet I explore the edge of space.
With questions gnawing night and day,
Why am I here? What's the way?

I build my nest in broken dreams,
Patch it up with solar beams.
Among the void, I find my role—
A tiny spark with a mighty soul.

The cheese I chase is truth and peace,
Elusive moons that never cease.
Each planet passed, each comet feared,
Each silent cry the void has cheered.

But still I run, I leap, I glide,
With star dust tangled in my pride.
For though I'm small, my heart beats vast—
A Space Rat in the future's past.