Dirt Biking on Mars
Wrote this one for Alex. Now I present it to all the people not reading it:
Dirt Biking on Mars
sift those red sands through your hands
endless oceanless beaches stretching out into forever
yours for the taking
breathe unfiltered freedom into your pink lungs
days that last for days and days
all yours and yours and yours
when we think of space we tend to think claustrophobically
limited into bolts and rockets
when we think of expanses
we think of the stars
but the true as-far-as-the-eye-can-see is down here
no steel, no portholes, no sparkling white pins
just canyons escaping our vision
and perfect red rocks
a planet of crumbled brick houses
why would we ever need to build here?
Ahhhh my butt's asleep going to bed
Dirt Biking on Mars
sift those red sands through your hands
endless oceanless beaches stretching out into forever
yours for the taking
breathe unfiltered freedom into your pink lungs
days that last for days and days
all yours and yours and yours
when we think of space we tend to think claustrophobically
limited into bolts and rockets
when we think of expanses
we think of the stars
but the true as-far-as-the-eye-can-see is down here
no steel, no portholes, no sparkling white pins
just canyons escaping our vision
and perfect red rocks
a planet of crumbled brick houses
why would we ever need to build here?
Ahhhh my butt's asleep going to bed