By and by Man will try <br />To get out into the sky, <br />Sailing far beyond the air <br />From Down and Here to Up and There. <br />Stars and sky, sky and stars <br />Make us feel the prison bars. <br /> <br />Suppose it done. Now we ride <br />Closed in steel, up there, outside <br />Through our port-holes see the vast <br />Heaven-scape go rushing past. <br />Shall we? All that meets the eye <br />Is sky and stars, stars and sky. <br /> <br />Points of light with black between <br />Hang like a painted scene <br />Motionless, no nearer there <br />Than on Earth, everywhere <br />Equidistant from our ship. <br />Heaven has given us the slip. <br /> <br />Hush, be still. Outer space <br />Is a concept, not a place. <br />Try no more. Where we are <br />Never can be sky or star. <br />From prison, in a prison, we fly; <br />There's no way into the sky.<br /><br />Clive Staples Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/science-fiction-cradlesong-2/
