Migration - [Post-foetus]

Midnight

The dream arrives in neon

The entire planet is in song

Mars is coming on

You and your siblings

And your parents

And your best friends

Can all just start again

C’mon, mars is coming on

Fifty thousand separate flights

The second stage of human life

We are leaving in the night

But how to say goodbye

A final glance

Toward the surface

Toward the dim, glimmering remnants

Just get it off your chest

Earth, you’ve been the best

(Now all of us are gone)