As he lay back on the cool grass and gazed skyward
At the serene celestial farscape
He recalled the days when he dreamed of spaceships
Taking him to the farthest reaches of the galaxy
On grand and uproarious adventures
It was such a wonderful, exuberant time to be alive
Back then, when he dreamt of things
Other than the things he had failed to do
With his life
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