In the stillness of space, where Utopia thrives,
A young man begins to make his strides.
Caleb, a dreamer with eyes full of wonder,
Stares at the stars, and feels a pull like thunder.
His hands are rough, his movements precise,
Fixing what's broken above the false skies.
A scavenger by trade, collecting debris,
He repairs the heavens, stitching what's free.
As machines swirl amidst a graceful ballet,
Each movement is perfect, each piece has its place.
He gathers their fragments, assesses their flaws,
And mends the paradise with unheard applause.
With tools in his grip and sparks in his gaze,
Caleb works through the endless haze.
Though Utopia shines with its flawless light,
His heart yearns for a world kissed by real daylight.
He dreams of Earth, where life is vast,
Where oceans roll and mountains amass.
A life on the soil, where his feet can roam,
Far from the clutch of this metal dome.
The colony hums, both peaceful and bright,
Yet Caleb feels that something's not right-
To live in a place made of glass and steel,
Where the earth beneath is a distant feel.
The colony gleams, a beacon in space,
But Caleb sees beyond its glittering face.
He views the stars not just as a guide,
But as a doorway, to be opened wide.
"I'll leave," he whispers, while yearning for more,
"To leave this colony, to find a true shore."
For Utopia, a dream built above the sky,
Is the place where hopes and visions die.
At night, when the hum of the colony fades,
Caleb lies back, behind quiet shades.
Not praying to gods, but to the Earth below,
The blue-green orb where true dreams grow.
"Give me the soil, the trees, the rain,
To feel the earth, to break these chains,
To touch the ground, to walk once more,
Not just a cog on this metal floor."
He dreams of sunsets, and skies that glow,
Of mornings where the grass begins to grow.
Of rivers winding, of winds that sing,
And the grounding feeling of an actual spring.
Yet here he remains, among the cold stars,
Working in silence, healing Utopia's scars.
The debris drifts like ghosts from the past,
Fragments of worlds that might not last.
But Caleb, with focus, his thoughts still free,
His heart ever longing for what life could be.
So he moves through the night, with a steady hand,
A salvager's work, but a dreamer's stand.
The stars may shimmer, and the heavens may gleam,
But Caleb knows they're not what they seem.
For Utopia's walls are a gilded cage,
And he's a man caught beneath the stage.
He wonders, as he works, what will unfold,
What life will be like when dreams grow old.
When his hands are worn, and the lights fade away,
And he stands on Earth, in the warmth of real day.
He pictures the soil, the dust in his hair,
The sun on his face, and the open air.
A small house beside a real flowing stream,
A life where he's free to live out his dream.
No more salvaging, no more of the void,
No more of the silence where joy is destroyed.
Just the earth beneath, and the sky overhead,
A place where his hopes are never left unsaid.
For now, he works with determination deep,
In the void of space, where the echoes sleep.
But in the quiet of labor, his heart still sings,
Dreaming of a life with open wings.
A life where he walks, not floats, nor flies,
Where he can see the true endless skies.
And as the stars watch with knowing eyes,
Caleb moves forward, reaching for his prize.
He dreams of a day when he leaves it all,
This endless station, the celestial hall.
To stand on Earth, with the sky in view,
With no more questions, no more to pursue.
For Earth holds the past, the heart, the soul,
Where Caleb can be, and make himself whole.
Though Utopia sings its song so bright,
He knows Earth is where his heart will take flight.
His heart beats in rhythm with the Earth's flow,
And the silence of space holds nothing to show.
But one day, he'll hear the sound of his feet,
Touching the ground where his dreams finally meet.
Caleb, the dreamer, with stars in his heart,
Will leave the void, to make a fresh start.
And in the green fields, with the sun on his face,
He'll find his peace in the Earth's warm embrace.
For now, the work is endless, vast, and wide,
But Caleb knows one day, he'll step outside.
Through the stars, through the heavens above,
To where dreams are born, and the Earth feels like love.
So Caleb works, beneath the starry glow,
Waiting for the day he can call Earth home.
With dreams of the past, and hopes that arise,
And a promise of life where his heart truly lies.