Look at this place called space,
It’s a real mess
it’s all over the place.
Galaxies soar from different
We monitor the situation.
So we don’t have meteor confrontations
Which can only be shot
down from space stations
When things collide and
destruction reigns, we only seem to feel the pain,
We sacrifice to make our
gain. That is which to keep us sane.
The light so bright, it’s
quite a delight too bad it’s stuck into the night.
We go dive in to make it
right the terror keeps me from the fright.
When light passes thru
the edged reflection, it only brings up quick rejection.
Then the picture gains
our just affection. When it entered into Hubble detection.
Dark clouds soar and appear
The space almost looks
like a closing door and nothing more.
But even at 55 million
light years away, in our hearts is where it will stay
‘till its uneventful judgment day.