Adrift on Oceania at night,
Sailing and surfing to destinations yet known.
Have you learned? Have you grown?
The starry lip of the galaxy expands to kiss us all,
With the light of a billion years ago.
Can we see, can we know, how far we have come,
Or how far we can go?
What do you suppose?
Or do we have no choice?
Playing a prearranged hand,
In a strange and wondrous land?
Drifting on an endless plateau.
I’d hate to have nothing to show.
We call it home, but we’re already gone,
Seeking to surf out of this place God created,
This place of rebirth.