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.