There comes a time in every unwarranted journey
when the traveller stands upon a threshold,
not of greatness,
but of unacclaimed truth (or was that just an error in the GPS?).
We walked tirelessly
across the barren garden of the unexpected
Only to realize
it was merely Tuesday.
Histories denounced
by cosmic committees
bemoaning the fate of reputation
they never had and probably have still not acquired.
Behind every revelation,
an unturned stone whispers a satirical jest.
An expedition report (classified C- for Clarity):
"Subject #42 on Mars (allegedly) investigated the culinary uses of moonlight.
The findings are inconclusive, yet oddly poetic." (Distasteful chuckles followed...)