rocket ships point the way
to the destinies of dreamers.

up, up, up, and away
flying high.

knowing no bounds, no limits
passing the moon
and venus and mars

past the kuiper belt and onto jupiter
and then away from that gaseous body.

the galaxy doesn’t even need to end
the journey of this flight.

the movement is infinite
the journey without fear
and gravity and weight.

absolutely nothing can weight it down.

(and isn't that everyone’s dream?)