normal obligations

name one of your desires and it will fade
that satisfaction soon becomes a trap
we seek for places that aren't on the map
our hearts are not constructed for the shade
we long for the excitements of the raid
not just the comfort of the belovèd lap
but something other than the daily nap
each of us longs for some braver trade
and yet we rise and turn off the loud clock
make our ablutions and get in the car
above us glowing red we might see mars
there's a long time till we can take our stock
the journey's long but does not take us far
if we look up though we can watch the stars