Wanderlust

An Earthling sailing through space

Absurd, this idea has seemed to haters

Once fiction now reality in this case

The youth, the explorers, the dreamers to which it caters

What once was a speck spotted from the ground

Now a world wishing to be known

Space, the herculean void, waiting to be found

We to discover sailing in a cone

Who is to say what is and what is not

But I will be he who discovers the lot