Once I walked an endless land with a wanderer's swinging stride
And once upon a mighty steed forever I could ride
And once a tall ship rode the tide at midnight from the bay
And I could climb aboard her and travel far away
Through centuries and lifetimes, no journey twice the same
With love or fear to guide me on, seeking death or fame
Or hearing just a still, small voice that said “You cannot stay”
I could leave the past behind me and travel far away
But now the great jets thunder and they sing of distant lands
But all their promised wonders turn to dust within my hands
For I can travel half the world and return in half a day
And I fear that only death remains to take me far away
For with steel and steam and gasoline and turbines' whining scream
They have trapped me in a nightmare that is someone else's dream
Of a world so small and guarded, you could hold it in your hand
A world that knows no land called far away
So I waste my lives in dreaming or in bloody, useless war
But somewhere there's a flash of fire and a mighty rising roar
And I pray godspeed to those who ride, and I live now for the day
When I leave my world behind me and travel far away
>>6044059>Take the dreadnought alone. The same vessel that returned the macro-telescope to Mankind and fought a score of technobarbarian junkers to a standstill. You’ll scout ahead, for as long as you can.For one last ride, with our most loyal men and stalwart veterans for a crew. We should leave data caches and beacons as we go, detailing our findings. Mark the trail we blaze and leave a line of footsteps for our future descendants to one follow and find our final resting place in the stars. The only place we ever truly called home.
