A poem about wanderlust:

There are those who like
to look at the stars

they smile and think
of visiting Mars

To them life on
Earth is very mundane
Boring and bland
It's just simply too plain

They don't care if in space
It's too cold and they'll freeze
All they truly want
Is to feel zero G's

They will go into space
And may never come back
But they're happy to know
They were never a hack

If it were up to me
I too would go
Because Earth is just
Too painfully slow