Can I tell you a secret?

I've always wanted

to fly to the moon.

Not in a rocket ship,

no metal shield

or fiery fuel,

I want to be set free among the stars,

I'm scared of being blinded

by the smokiness.

I want to fly to the moon,

and eat lunch atop a crater.

I want to picnic with my thoughts,

looking out at the vast blue ocean.

The trees are little ants,

look at all the tiny people,

And all their tiny problems.

I always used to think on Earth

that my problems were so big.

That money and happiness and love

were the most important things in the world.

They may have been.

But I've flown away,

I've taken a trip to the lonely and illuminated,

I've breathed the air no one has yet to breathe,

I've met the stars for more than a nightly wish.

I don't want to go back to the way

things used to be,

I no longer want to hide

amongst the treetops.

I've met the man on the moon,

I've understood why

he's been here for so long.