Cast out from, comforts of home,
to a world devoid of land.
Options fall to sink or swim.
Ancestors sleep beneath the sand.
Life's one and only purpose;
treacherous race to a golden egg.
Destination deemed, impossible to reach,
when asked to sprint with broken legs.
Weight of dreams on shoulders,
knees greet panic with a knock.
Anxiety feasts, on ominous ticks;
composed by Biology's clock.
Expelled into a velvet labyrinth,
on a quest to be reborn.
Every inch the soldiers progress,
leaving countless more to mourn.
Amidst the stampeding chaos,
blinding light bursts through the room.
After a war of winless battles,
our flags been planted on the Moon.