A Poem: Trip to The Moon
Updated: Sep 28, 2019
Staring at the sky,
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I feel my arms give way,
I start to feel my loss of words to say,
Say… don't you remember the last time we saw a shooting star?
The time we danced along the river?
The time- time didn't move at all?
I like life best when I am laughing,
When everyone is laughing.
When it’s 78 degrees and We're dancing.
I wanna take a rocket ship to the moon,
Like the classic film,
I want to step on the stepping stones you call "stars".
I want something new.
The knowledge new to me that,
Our Atoms are made up of millions of stories,
Millions of memories,
Millions of words that may never leave my lips.
Most of it might be nonsense,
But space keeps overlapping
And parallels keep crossing.
I think things always pan out.
The weight of the word isn't always on my shoulders,
As much as it is in my palms,
Thank you for reaching out.
Lessening the struggle.
Time may keep moving,
but like you said,
"Be a good human being"
And the rest won’t feel so blue.