things I have been thinking about
Race to the Moon
Racing midnight to the nighttime sky,
who will be the first man there to die?
So light and slow,
this world seems so too soon,
with its wars and pittance,
just now finishing its lunchtime noon.
And although others have had dreams of her majestic craves,
they haven't phased her with flesh to flesh.
I'm lacing up my running shoes,
because when the horizon starts its take,
I will be the first man buried on the moon.
who will be the first man there to die?
So light and slow,
this world seems so too soon,
with its wars and pittance,
just now finishing its lunchtime noon.
And although others have had dreams of her majestic craves,
they haven't phased her with flesh to flesh.
I'm lacing up my running shoes,
because when the horizon starts its take,
I will be the first man buried on the moon.
