The vast oceans of stars don't care

if you feel insignificantly small,

there are so many planets up there,

is there no life out of them all?

I come from an ancient bloodline

called "human," we've been 

looking at the sky for a sign 

that our lonely planet has a twin.

After lifetimes of stargazing 

and an improved telescope, 

our tired eyes are still raising 

to a sky drained of hope.

Why haven't they found us yet? 

Surely at the corners of existence, 

something has the technology. 

to travel across space's distance. 

But by the time aliens blue palms

could grasp a big enough spaceship

they'd already have bombs

and life would fall from their grip.

our inventive ideas fill to the brim,

condemning us to turn to stone,

self-destruction and life are synonyms,

I guess we really are alone.