This is a song I wrote on acoustic guitar that is inspired and loosely based on the Zeta's history, so I'm going to post an excerpt from Zetatalk which details their story and then post my poem below.
ZetaTalk: Zeta History
Note: written by Jul 15, 1995
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Our Awakening was not comparable to yours. Our world collapsed before we were contacted by others in the galaxy. We were in shambles. We were in hiding, deep within the ground. We were ashamed. We were not available. We were contacted telepathically, and asked to come out of our underground homes, asked to emerge. Only the venturesome among us did so. In many cases they were slaughtered. Our shame was so great, that the aspect of exposing ourselves to others who could see our shame was intolerable. We slaughtered the messengers, those among us who were venturesome. This held for some time as the mode, then suddenly changed. It was like a wash of compassion came over us, and we had compassion for ourselves. Then everything was different. We were curious and exploratory. We could not wait for contact, and being venturesome was the norm, it seemed. This was due to a combination of factors. In part, each one of us had to forgive our own selves, before we could have forgiveness for each other
Outside
Oh how many years
Have we been counting
Stalagtite tears?
Centurions have died
That once lived outside
Before the bombs destroyed
Everything
Now we’re underground
Entombed to sing
Oh my wayfarer
Have you found our cure
Or did you go…
To sell your soul?
Did you pry secrets
From the ancient wise?
Or was it all
Suicide?
Will you ever come back
From…
“Outside… where would I go?
I could lose myself in skies of gold
Outside… where would I go?
I could find myself in hills that roll
Outside… where would I go?
I could watch the river just unfold
Outside… where would I go?
Do you fear the poison clouds up top still roam?”
The entire world holds its breath
We will wait and see
If the poison receded
How can we believe it?
Until you come back
And tell us tales
Of a world that’s lush and green
Then we’ll know it’s time
For Exodus, going…
“Outside, where would I go?
I could lose myself in skies of gold
Outside, where would I go?
I could find myself in hills that roll
Outside, where would I go?
I could climb a mountain height untold
Outside, where would I go?
I could count the stars in a mossy grove”
Why did you go wayfarer?
We miss you… she misses you
“All I want
Is to find my love
Before I disappear
All I need
Is for her to believe
That I am waiting here
True love is near
Though the climb is sheer
Have faith, my dear
And come…
Outside, where would we go?
We could grow a garden, melt the snow
Outside, where would we go?
Build utopia from bricks of Rome
Outside, where would we go?
We could watch the river just unfold
Outside, where would I go?
Guess there’s only one way to know”
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