All of us, are living on this rock - we are spinning around a star that we've named
We don't know if we're the only ones who do exist in this universe, as a species, we are so curious (about) what there is out there in space
And, there is, that age-old question - are we the only ones here?

In this great vast expanse, are there no others who exist like us?
Are we just oddities, the only world, with those of sentience?
Those who study the skies, they will continue to theorize

But while they are seeking the truth, the answer is awaiting for us to discover
It's disturbing, a harsh reality - that most of us will refuse to accept
The fact, of why no others have ever made official contact with our modern race is that we are a joke among those entities who travel the cosmos
We're outcasts without knowing it, we are seen as failures
In „their“ eyes, and in their stories, our purpose is nil

Thousands of species, in all directions, in distant corners, they aren't awaiting us
Our trite existence, they are aware of, it's of no interest, as they all judge that

We are useless - to them or their future prospects, not even their curiosity of us is enough for them to want to associate with our species, we're seen as beasts, primitive and fetid, a breeding disease
They pass by us regularly, but stopping is the last thing that they ever think of, we're just a marker point, on their way to better and nicer places that we, shall probably never see...

We are pariahs, in a vast universe humans are alone and our only hope, to connect with those who avoid us... is to improve and evolve...

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