Launchpad

I have far to fly

Up up in the sky

When all you see

Is tiny little beings

Going about their mundane

arcane, insane routines

Except one, who keep looking at

my flight, height, diet,

Mostly greatness is in plain sight

just need the eyes, which defies

convention, and adopt radical randomness

and rise, and rise, and rule that moment

that instance, importance of which is far

Like a shining shooting Southern star,

greater, a meteor crater, which matters

for worse or better, in life