Note: This piem has nothing to do with the Alfred Bester story "The
Stars My Destination".

Title: The Stars Our Destination

The humans are a funny race
With no specializations
The humans are a scary race
No limits to invasions
It seems we always must expand
Or else die in frustration
And with the world full, here we stand
The stars our destination

We always look into the sky
And at the constellations
To get to them we'll always try
For that is our fixation
We'll suffer through what woes there be
The hardships and starvation
Already we have crossed the sea
The stars our destination

Our breed are nomads, through and through
For good or for damnation
We always yearn for somewhere new
To guide our navigation
Our frontiers never limit us
We'll go throughout creation
We won't stay settled; we'll roam, thus
The stars are destinations

My lyrics copyright 2023 by Arthur Tansky. License granted for
non-commercial, non-political archiving and performance as long as:
1. copyright notice is maintained, and
2. no money changes hands.

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Arthur T. - ar23hur "at" pobox "dot" com

Guessing a lyricist's opinions from his songs is as futile as
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