Awaken by the knocking at the door,
I rushed to open it, I was so keen
To see someone who wasn't a machine
Supporting my life on this lump of ore.
I let the creature enter station's floor.
She was bipedal and her skin was green.
The first non-earthling I have ever seen.
She said "You are what we keep looking for.
Derelict vagrant lost at stellar sea.
You'll love our little group, I can suppose."
And hearing that I almost burst in tears.
It was relieving for my eyes to see
Another fleshy creature. That's because
It did not happen for too many years.

"It did not happen for too many years..."
These "its" compound to long and sorry list.
There is a bunch of things that don't exist
At all at Solar System's outer spheres.
In time you learn to brew amazing beers
And drink them, staring blankly at the mist.
Study old books; learn how to resist
Succumbing to your worst and deepest fears.
In million miles of quiet empty space
No matter which direction do you look
You'll find no living soul who sings and cheers
To share your dreams or merely to embrace.
Eating myself the dinners that I cook
I spend time living here at frontiers.

I spend time living here at frontiers
Not by my own choice to be alone
But forced to leave for good the closed zone
As had to do all my surviving peers.
And now we cherish tiny souvenirs
From homeland planet we had to disown
And settle at these lifeless chunks of stone.
Which does not mean we're here as pioneers.
We are the refugees from genocide
Who wander aimlessly across the sky.
We do not enter Solar System's core
And have needed machinery supplied.
This is accord with which we must comply
Ever since we, the mankind, lost the war.

Ever since we, the mankind, lost the war
That prophets were unable to predict.
Or they just did not dare to contradict
The common sense of era of galore.
Millenniums of studies crushed the door
To miracles awaiting to be picked.
And with no sound reasons to restrict
Themselves, each day researchers gave us more.
The life with no preplanned creepy end.
Free energy as harmful as a cat.
Machines for work that we evade as bore.
The world where anybody was your friend.
We challenged every nature's law. And yet
There is one rule forbidden to ignore.

There is one rule forbidden to ignore.
But principle to feel the sweetest pride
When claiming back what's wrongfully denied
Is centrepiece to our ethic lore.
We fought against the cruel laws before.
Written by vicious tyrant ocean tides
Approved by fierce predator crowd rites.
Enforced by forest infantery corps.
So, obligation to extinct and fade
Away is not our favourite type of game.
And even if whole Milk Way disappears
We still planned to hang out for encore.
That's what we are, but rule remains the same:
Each kind lives their era and then clears.