so where in this world do I belong

the struggling over crowded throng

the truth is such a mystery, so far away

but not so far, we do not see the pale this day

history is a story so full, but the question,

is a study so near, we have naught to fear 

look around you the world, so blossoming ripe,

from history the truth, the foolish would wipe,

if we had a hope, in last devastation,

the most honest of truths, would bring us a tear.

look back through the aeons, come down from the trees,

the direst dark future, we still should not freeze.

I name the koala, the fiends of the plain

in deepest of darkness, the giants remain,

how far can we reach, to the outermost star?

how hard will you push, boundaries so far,

though darkness betakes us, we still lack not sight,

through, cold, fire and bleakness, with peril and fright,

our heart is the world, a story yet unfurled,

the memory of coldness, of ice and small fire,

survival in nightmare, with wrath full of ire.

the friends of our family, of time long told 

the will to survive, has yet to behold,

the code in your body, most fractured and torn,

the last of our hopes, long since forlorn.

chromosome I, we do still defy,

our worst hour of darkness, the truth is a lie,

numbers are nothing, the colour of sky,

ask you the question, we wonder why?

history tells of a story so clear,

we cherish the most, honestly dear

if gravity takes us all to the well,

life gives us the dire heart to not be so fell

so the question it beckons, for true and sure,

will you make of your heart, simple and pure?

the world is a nightmare, all teeth and claws

but will you think to take a small pause,

the tern that will fly, in the space of a year,

the breadth of the earth, twice over so dear,

for the billions of tonnes of mass every day.

the solar inferno, does cast freely away.

so flickering hope and the light in the orbits

with shuddering dread, but hope is undaunted,

we work and endeavour, to see so far,

the light of our future, the glimmering star.

a light yeear is ages, but we can defy,

the gathering darkness, with but just why,

our true hope, is hard work, we suffer and strive

to keep the true world, ever alive...