A few light years distant, where are our minds
Lies and lies down, to not meet these interruptions halfway either
For they don't soeak the tongues I yearn, nor tongue my yearnings
A weird myriad of cacophony
And our hearts turn deaf, as if poked by choice
Why not one could ask
For they are here, to while away our time
Neither are to die in our place, we could if we could and wanted in their's
But for the show of camaraderie, Ah! Such a show of opulence
We refuse these for we have seen better and many
Ad so we row our boats, in this vastness among these critters
And remind ourselves that we are alone, not lonely
Both of those words may shock most
Only a few can see one is better than the other
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