Lost Art of Living

There are no
Falling leaves of autumn
To mark the change
Of another season
Confusing os the starlight
Of eternal winter
Beyond the galaxies
We hope to find the reason
Searching for
The lost art if living
We are the children
Of the stars
Searching for
The lost art of living
Born in the red dust of Mars
What is the future
For our species?
What is the power
Of true evolution?
We have explored
The borders of our mind
Created colors for the blind
So far away, never to return
So long ago, and now we burn
Lost is the art, lost is the way
Our stairway to the stars
Opened the gates to hell
Gazing through
The non-existing atmosphere
Towards the pale blue dot
We used to call home
Behind a shell of glass
We hide in fear
Now realizing we are all alone
Searching for
The lost art if living
We are the children
Of the stars
Searching for
The lost art of living
From Mars we came and
To Mars we have returned