It sometimes comes to my mind,
About the direction of humankind,
We just prod and poke along,
Stumbling as we come,
Slowly banging the drum,
Think of those we left behind,
Perhaps it could be a sign,
Two friends who will never arrive,
Calvin and Hobbes stopped in 1995.

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