Outer Space

Short poem on how I feel about space.

Outer Space

 

To even begin to think about outer space 

pulls me right from my shoes and throws me out of place 

 

Always thinking if other life is out there 

If so, is it a thought we share 

 

Would you be good or be bad? 

Would we make you happy or make you sad? 

 

Do we look very different or do we look alike? 

Is your world like ours or is it dreamlike? 

 

So many things I wonder about outer space 

The subject alone makes my mind race.

 

By: Kimber Gillingham