Not Everything Is Possible Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Some smart folks, some thinkers too,
Dream of skies and futures new.
They talk of space, a way to roam,
To build new worlds, a far-off home.

And time, they say, a thing to bend,
To travel back, where paths all end.
But scrambled eggs, a messy fate,
It can't go back, it's far too late.

We dream of engines burning bright,
To race across the beam of light.
But physics guards the cosmic race;
No mass can match that blinding pace.

A cosmic wall, a silent rule,
That tethers saint and tames the fool.
The beams of stars can only sprint,
A speed that leaves a final hint.

No ship can pass that cosmic guide,
No matter how the waves provide.

We seek to freeze, to hold, to stay,
The warmth that steals our lives away.
But absolute zero holds a floor,
Where atoms stop and move no more.

So space we'll chase, that much is true,
But past's a door that won't swing through.
Not all can be, though some may preach,
Some limits stay beyond our reach.