Under the Alien Sky

Human perception
 Fails in this chaos of forms.
 Like wind in our hands
 We try to hold menace
 Within the framework of our scorn!
 (Too late now)
 Pressurized, intact at some point -
 How much time will it take to break your shell?
 Primal breath, cold and hunger...
 Will you still remain that civilized?
 It's hard to believe:
 The call of wilderness
 Under this alien sky
 Out of touch with our kind!
 Crawling through the frozen land
 Children of a cosmic race
 Natives of this savage world
 Armed with bows and arrows!
 So hard to perceive
 The power of the human race
 When Earth is just an abstract word!
 How can our children resist
 The call of wilderness
 Born under this alien sky
 Out of touch with our kind?