I look out my window

-and gaze on the star

Longing for this location

-they say it’s too far

Experts make calculations

-and claim we lack speed

Politicians say don’t bother

-the people have no need

Disregarding these claims

-I have entered the race

Riding the prism

-light’s transit through space

They say it could not happen

-the people wouldn’t fight

But we begin our journey

-winds fueling our flight

Come one, come all

-you’re welcome, my friend

Come one, come all

-no fear for the end