The craft set off at first light of morning, Our departure marked by a fiery blaze. A crew seeking new worlds to discover, On a ship that turned years into days. A detailed log kept of our adventure, Tales to be told when we were home again. Home to a land too old to remember, Could history books be rewritten then? We're streaking through the heavens, At beyond the speed of light, And a hundred years ago Only happened just last night. Reaching into the future Just to find that it has passed, And for all we leave behind It's the images that last. We rush to seek out new lands, And in spite of all we've learned, We don't recognize this land That we find when we return. Though we may be heralded as heroes, For we've been there and made it back again. The real heroes are those unremembered, Who stayed behind and made a difference then. We wander through tomorrow As if it was just a dream, And the plans laid before us All seem to have lost their gleam. I think about past futures That I have sacrificed, And all my future pasts Now give me pause to think twice. My mind is cast in blindness For what I had failed to see. I left behind a future That I thought would never be. Tomorrow's yesterday looms before me, But what will it yet hold dear from its past? I now ponder what I wish remembered Before the future's history is cast.

Star Runner's Lament

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