Time Bending

Can’t see it midday, it all comes at night
If you’re lucky to see it - all the glittering light
You’ll know there’s something else to it
There are millions more, not just gas and core
It’s the distance from suns
And there’s more than just one

There’s so many of them, and they’re so far away
We can’t bend time to get there, and can barely even see
The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past
I don’t know my purpose in this, but it’s obvious it’s minuscule at be

Other oceans in space, busy with life:
They are parallel places, unreachable sights
It’s strange, but there’s something else to it
There are millions more, not just gas and core

There’s so many of them, and they’re so far away
We can’t bend time to get there, and can barely even see
The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past
I don’t know my purpose in this, but it’s obvious it’s minuscule at best

You see the lights ahead, as they’re flying in?
Will they find us first, or will we find them?
If we could make the trip, it’d be a giant risk
What if we never find our way back to our little atmosphere again?

There’s so many of them, and they’re so far away
We can’t bend time to get there, and can barely even see
The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past
I don’t know my purpose in this, but it’s obvious it’s minuscule at be