Epilogue

We live on a pebble
In a bubble of air
We look through our Hubble
But no one’s out there

We listen with SETI
Across the eons
(For God sakes already
Won’t someone respond?)

We’ve still got an eye
On long distance travel
But as hard as we try
We’re just too damn fragile

So we send in our place
Remote controlled bots
That probe deep into space
And take digital shots

Of the cosmic mosaic
And wrinkles in time
And other dimensions
Proposed by Einstein

Century by Century
Our knowledge’s increased
We’ve crafted technology
Beyond our wildest belief

And yet we’re still here
Adrift on this pebble
And each passing year
Only brings us more trouble

And let there be no doubt
The world’s heading south
And there's no back door
Or other way to get out.

Yes we’re stuck here, my friends
Till the bubble bursts
So be polite to the end
And insist: “No, you go first!”