To anyone who didn't see it, or did see it and grasp what all the fuss is about, just know that it's the MOON! I love the moon because it's pretty and mysterious, and unreachable (by Greyhound, anyway).
I leave you with these lyrics, to get more in the mood of what I saw last night, staring up at the big, softly shiny rock up there:
Well I'd like to visit the moon,
on a rocket ship high in the air.
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon,
but I don't think I'd like to live there.
Though, I'd like like to look down from the earth from above,
I would miss all the places and people I love
so although I might like for one afternoon
I don't wanna live on the moon.
1 comment:
I was out until ten and did not even notice. I do live a sad existence...
Lovely poetry.
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