Travel

From the dark of highways past midnight into the dawn
And returning again, the same as it always was
How many times, they didn't count
This was irrelevant

Mission after mission, they walked through the streets
Drove down the roads, into the sun
Mission after mission

Uncertain of the future, and not really caring in the first place
Unimportant to some, necessary to all

And what bound them was a need
For going further and further outside what they knew
A need for travel

And when all these questions were asked, no one believed
When they were asked the final, most interesting question:
"Do you believe in space travel?"