Racing Towards Extinction Poem by Bryan Taplits

Heaven's Vault seems delightful-
Its moonlight we have all felt,
It's a land of dreams, a land of "seems"
Which we can visit-
but only
after when we have knelt.

Many there are who have striven for it when alive,
But only the humble can find its true trove,
I wish it weren't true
but extra-wordly payments do come due
"I'm sorry, " but it's so.
Yes, it's so.

When at first you race in the course of speed
To see how well you do,
Against other ones-
Who are speeding too-
In that race where they race
Against you.

As older you get
Your legs churn more slow,
And you think in this race you might be last,
But unknowing when you churn,
And you are nearer to the end
then you thought,
The die has already been cast.

The waves of clouds quail their plumes
And you see wherein you might go,
However, you find no one wants to get there too quick-
And those who do-
Just don't want to know.