We thought we would be happier on Mars.
Life on Earth can become rather boring.
After all, how many times can you drive to Niagra Falls
And stare down at all that water going over a cliff?
Or count girls in bikinis on a beach?
Watch the spring time flowers bloom?
Exchange Christmas presents?
Get drunk on a Saturday afternoon?
So, now that technology has made it possible,
We made the journey, and here we are.
But it hasn't turned out like we planned.
For one thing, the ground is covered in an iron colored rust.
There are no trees, for as far as the eye can see.
No wildflowers or herbacious shrubs grow here.
There are craters, but it isn't easy to climb them
And when you finally get down from the rim,
There is nothing to see inside of them.
Except rocks.
There is hardly any atmosphere,
So there are no clouds
And when the sun rises, there are no sunrise colors.
Just a little, yellow spot.
And that's it.
And it's cold. It's minus 80 celsius outside,
So we hardly ever go out.
After we got here, we realized there's nothing to do.
No bars, no restaurants, movie theatres, ballparks, pools,
Concert halls, gardens or amusement arcades.
There aren't even any parks.
It's always dark, dusty and cold.
The dust storms here spread dust over everything,
Covering up the biodome glass until you can't see out,
Unless you climb up and clean it off.
There is no rain, no snow, no lake shore;
Unless you count the lake bed that dried up
Hundreds of millions of years ago.
If you pause to listen,
A deafening silence fills your ears.
If you look up at the way back,
The Earth is just a tiny, marbled dot.
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