FebPoWriMo 24

Ready to begin 
Seeking the signs of past life
On the surface of

Another planet
Completely tired of this one
The present life is

So overrated
Taking place in just one place
Most of all the time

Waiting for relief
Or at least normality
Forming the shape of

Not thinking about
Other planets while this one
Fucks itself apart

In so many ways
It is not worth it to count
Numbers keep rising

It does not matter
Whether we pay attention
Or if we do not

There will always be
Another planet to land
Neighbors to ignore