The promised land is a featureless plain,
Devoid of life, devoid of companionship.
I went, expecting to find paradise.
Plentiful water, plentiful space, and top notch entertainment.
These things I was promised.
But now I cannot find a gate through which I can reach this heaven,
And I came unprepared for a return trip.
It could be worse though, I have peace, I have quiet,
And most of all, I have a beautiful view of the nighttime sky.
Thinking of these things, perhaps it is paradise, in its own way.
But still, someone could have told me that it was a damned Dyson Sphere.