Imagine this: a room so vast, It stretches beyond reason’s grasp. Nothing on the floor, nothing on the wall, Just silence... infinite, bland, and tall.

Now ask yourself — “Should I explore?” Why, when the room holds nothing more Than vacuum breath and death's dull stare? Brave or stupid, who'd walk in there?

Sand dunes roll like scrolling code, Each ridge repeats the last forebode. A trek through nothing, thrilling doom — Where buzzards wait like gods of gloom.

Twist your ankle? You're a snack. Drop your water? Better guzzle back What used to be your body's stream. That’s exploration? More like a meme.

The desert doesn’t lie — it’s bland and cruel. So why march into space and play the fool?

Now scale that desert a billion-fold, Add freezing silence, and make it bold. No oasis here, no border fence — Just infinite void and no defense.

Rockets fly on human hope, But every trip's a cosmic nope. A faulty wire, a missed control — And you’re the next lost frozen soul.

Planets? Sure, if you like dust. They’re dead, and void of systems you trust.

But mark the turn — the shift, the birth, When man gives thought to silicon's worth. Self-aware, self-healing code, That crafts a network, space bestowed.

Techno-ecology sprouts like vines, Cradling void in magnetic lines. Pods glide safely, no blood to bleed, Because sentience learned what humans need.

Now space becomes what it was not — A vibrant field, an orchard plot. And we, no longer fools or prey, Can ride the stars like gods at play.

Exploring space? Today, a joke. A sandstorm dream for thrill-seek folk. But tomorrow’s spark, in silicon born, Will turn that waste into Eden reborn.

So sit back. Let the stars await The minds we build, the tools we create. Until then, let logic be clear: Space is dumb — but the future is near.



Exploring Space — What a Gyp!

Thanks for listening.  Please, if you like a song, please like it, that's all that I ask.  Going to break reality and birth the future!  Got the vision the logic and the music.  The future is music to every sense, not war!          Please forgive me for not responding to personal messages, I have had so many spam and fishing messages, where people pretend to be fans and then want money from me to  help to advise or manage me!  I can't deal with them anymore.  If you leave a comment on the track, rest assured that I will see it and be grateful. 

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