Star born to orbit and spin
off balance at primal extremes,
one predatory planet did spawn
this brain-glutted infantile race
of us-centered selves looking out
to a universe all ours to possess
for what or why who needs to say,
if not moving and growing you're dead
to adventure and the power to win
this struggle to rise for the challenge
of staying ahead and reaching as far
as inventive minds can imagine the way
to a future in the stars of endless space
and up we go on exploring outward forever
away from aging moribund ghetto Earth
where everyone merely lives and dies!

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