An infinite number of suns above
Give life to worlds I’ll never love
On Earth I look up in awe
A myriad of possibilities at my door
Are we the centre of it all
Like an actor’s final call
As I look up who looks down
Another being with a searcher’s frown
Viewing the timeless wastes of space
At an immature form called the human race
© 2016, Craig Lincoln. All rights reserved.
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