To Touch a Void
A short ride, away from the city noise.
To stand alone, eyes to the night sky.
Can't put down a foot, without someone owning the earth beneath my feet.
Even the air I breath, has been used.
Looking at the ultimate void around us,
to touch a piece of it and say 'Mine!',
before any other living creature.
Don't believe in heaven, but would accept a lift out there!
One of those dots of light, calling me, 'land on me, you'll be the first'.
My thoughts reach out to the vastness, one day, I will go and collect them.
They are ageless and will wait.
Only I can claim them,
so keep your land, I am already rich.
For I have touched the void.