The Harsh Truth

I can conceive of towers reaching twenty miles tall.
I can conceive of technologies that bring us to Times and Universes all.
I can conceive of travel to the outer edge of space.
I can conceive of a Universe infinite and great.
I can conceive of manmade structures, the size of Red Giant Stars
I can conceive of settlements on Jupiter, Venus, Saturn and Mars.

What I see is our species trying to hang a building from a stone,
An asteroid in  high orbit, how obliviously cold
They are to bring a thing so nigh
To our earth which could destroy cities; also how are we there to fly?
I see us trying to make Fusion from sulfur, nitrate and charcoal
I see us fearful to understand leverage, oh so how ominous the toll?

I'm afraid in our current intelligence, travelling to any distant star
Will be as impossible as it seems it is, to make a flying car.
For if we decide to use aerodynamics and fossil fuels,
To make a car fly with helicopter blades and pull
The winds up, while a Maglev we cannot seem to find
Time enough to improve our infrastructure, with a simple technology of that kind;
I'd say that we must discover antigravity
Before we could ever hope to sail the Hyperborean sea.

If I were an average mind, say about 100 level IQ
We'd possibly do the things I conceive, and have problems very few.
Yet, our species is simplistic and absurd.
I'm afraid we won't achieve our missions, but must live here upon the Earth.
So, my friends, learn to live in unity, and learn to get along.
For, this Earth and all its sorrows, shall be our only home.