through interstellar spaces,
electrified in flight
by Birkeland currents winding
through the endless night

past unseen starlight flowing,
towards the reddish glow
of Proxima Centauri
the star to which we go

accelerating faster
than all the light around,
decelerating halfway
flown to where we're bound

by an A.I. pilot
who''s been there before,
escaping to another world
where there is no war

a paradise where calmness
reigns with peace of mind,
it's everyone's normality
everywhere all the time,-

through the endless darkness
eventually to arrive
on an Earthlike planet
glad to be alive...