Staring at the ceiling every night wondering what is above me
Imagination consumed by the dark sky engulfing meteors
Flying by so much faster than my human eyes can possibly see
That chance of emerging myself in space, simply a blur
How would it be to dwell in the space above?
Looking down here would seem so much further
What is up there that I would hate, that I would love?
But I would be able to see this world so much clearer
So unlike what I'm accustomed to would it be
Would the buildings on the moon be craters?
At a loss without my land, grass, flowers, and trees
Rocks and sandy dust doesn’t match the comfort of the waters
If only our own planet Earth weren’t so boisterously deafening
I could settle away from crowds in comfort, simply thinking
