Recharging Planet

I have a daring wish, in which I do believe.

It runs from my head, down straight through my knees.

I want to go to and from the distant moon as I please.

A place I could be alone and get into the zone.

Maybe I could form my thoughts and my stomach wouldn’t be in knots.

To that glowing orb I could escape and observe it’s different landscape.

No distractions is a resolve to my dissatisfaction.

On the weightless planet, the weight on my shoulders would indeed be less of a threat.

The moon will eliminate my disposition and life on Earth merely an omission.

Maybe from my mind I can erase the mistrials, while at a distance of 238,900 miles.