In an expanding universe it’s good to be part of a galaxy.
Some of the stars we see now could be beyond our view; you know, moved
out of sight millions of years ago, still leaving their light to tell us where they were once.
Stars of our galaxy though, will always be with us.
While those others leave and take their separate journeys,
it’s good to know that a few at least are going in the same empty direction,

at the same rate as us. That’s another thing, at least we have a direction,
riding on this hurling discus of a galaxy
with our brother and sister stars in its incredibly futile journey.
Some galaxies in the center of the universe have hardly moved,
I bet, and just spin there wishing they were more like us,
the movers and the shakers of the universe. Once

I thought it would be good to be created, just here on-the-spot, all-at-once,
in a special and fixed place, non-vector for lack of motion and direction,
a special place made by a loving God just for us.
However, now I see that it’s a beautiful thing, our galaxy,
and if it’s God who caused it, I’m glad for the granted ability to move
and thankful to the boom for giving us our journey

—even though it’s a pretty dark universe. The journey
isn’t completely dark, I guess; after all we can see further then we could once,
and like I said before, there are other stars to accompany us on our move.
Heaven knows where we’re going, but it’s not like we can stop and ask for directions,
or get off of our speeding galaxy
at the next stop like it was the Metro-train or a taxi-cab, saying, “that’s far enough for us,

thank you,” as it continues on its way without us.
Kind of silly if you think about it, ending our journey
as if it were a trip to Mann’s Chinese Theater or the Galaxy
theater next door and we were Hollywood tourists...or something. We could only get off once,
of course, but who knows? There are different directions
to explore and maybe there’s another moving

galaxy willing to pick us up. As long as we’re moving,
that’s the important thing, regardless of who takes us.
Hell, I don’t really care about the direction
even, what’s the saying, “It’s not the destination, but the journey...,”
right? Yeah that’s what I think, though for once
I’d kind of like it if we were in one of those less controlled galaxies,

I find moving in this spiral crap too structured for a journey,
I mean as long as it’s taking us nowhere in particular, why not, once
we’re in and heading the right direction, let us pick our own spot in the galaxy?