For all the rovers out there. Here’s looking at you, John Masefield.
I must go to the stars again, to the lonely constellations in the sky
And all I ask is a clear night and a prayer to get me by,
And a good wind and a glowing moon and a finely tuned motor
And a last kiss from a pretty girl for this wayward boater.
I must go to the stars again, for the call of a twinkling sun
Is a wild call and a clear call that cannot be outrun;
And all I ask is a landing site with new horizons dawning
And comet dust and planet rings, and the new moon yawning.
I must go to the stars again, to the willful explorer’s life
To the asteroid’s way and the nebula’s way, where creation is born from strife
And all I ask is a simple smile from a passing fellow-rover
And we’re just two specks in the endless night when everything is over.