Overthrowing Creation Itself - Grade

when the shadows grow long 
and gravity begins to let you down 
can the spacebound foetus 
pilot around and our way out 
because to me every moment matters 
you can never move forward 
while standing still 
to me every moment matters 
shall we just place the blame 
on invention or our ability 
of discovery 
the temperature will drop 
as the astronauts 
are seduced by the twilights' 
motherly appeal 
and deaths arms are outward bound 
as we strike upwards 
towards the stars 
into this god's trained hands 
to me every moment matters 
because death's arms are outward bound 
crushing us like cars 
into tiny squares 
to me every moment matters