That read, "OUR RACE HAS TERROR TO FACE IF WE DON'T IMPROVE OUR FARMS."
"Since everyone," he said, "knows the sun will fade out over time,
Cyanobacteria is vastly superior, and forewarned is forearmed."
I asked him, "Hey man, are you saying your plan is to live off just volcanic heat?"
He smiled and replied, "I think if we tried, we'd find ourselves alarmed
To be self-sufficient (once we got more efficient) and free of the sun's dying teat.
Those cyanobacteria! They will surely steer ya away from the dying sun's arms!"
"But that's not much supply," I just had to reply, "and the sun's energy is quite ample.
We'd be wasting our time and our Earth's sunny clime to pursue your idea and its charms."
"But what if this world was suddenly hurled off its orbit, to name one example?
Then cyanobacteria, fed off the interior of Earth would still keep us from harm."
"I now understand," I said, "that you've planned, and devoted, and got a blue suit,
And all you've invested is totally wasted if you weren't spinning this hopeless yarn.
It's easy to persist and firmly insist on chasing a useless pursuit,
But cyanobacteria is pretty inferior, and sometimes you just have to abandon a bad idea
And let past efforts go to waste once it's clear that it's not going to work.
Try not to think of it as giving up hope, but rather as investing your hope more wisely."