Marooned For Life

On the planet, marooned for life,
Each of us unique and new,
In a vale of wild flowers rife,
A garment to mend and sew.

Funny as it may seem to think,
That we are alone in the void,
And life elsewhere eagerly link,
To please intellect annoyed.

While again to life explore,
We need to probe deeper,
And nature's help implore,
To find the root of creeper.

Millenniums melted away,
And years added on to age,
Instigating intrigue sway,
To break away from the cage.

We have made it part of us to know,
And see beyond what meets the eye,
To partake in false superiority show,
And deepen every furrowed sigh.

Instead of celebrating life and rest,
We act as if we are so marooned,
Making the void an eternal quest,
Instead of basking in life crooned.

Let us not defy anymore, our true call,
And pretend we are here to only find,
Something more than life's grand ball,
And others more valuable than our kind.