My brain anticipates the pain, as off I go in search of youth
To finely hone what once was mine, a temple to my dreams
Then as now my aim was clear, to rid my frame of Earth bound gait
A hoped for target to be met by forceful strength of mind

To fly as if no thought confined my aspirations newly formed
To soar as if by my own wings above and way beyond life’s reach
An image stamped by precedent in time gone by which proved the truth
How infinitely possible for Man to reach the stars

If calculations have been made within projections made through time
Discounting notions negative in aspect and repetitive in rhyme
Allow once more to boldly go when most think we should stay
Could elevate our ‘Spirit’ free at last to venture forth this day