What's with the moon?
It follows me wherever I go
Unless it is day, of course
But even at 7, I still see it
They say the moon is smaller than Earth
But at times it seems so big
Like I could just reach it
By raising up my hands
But it's still far away
I wonder if I could get it
Maybe if I work hard
Become a millionaire and I can afford to go to it
The moon is just a reflection
A reflection of the sun
But I still reach for the moon
Thinking it's the brightest
Maybe I could reach for stars too
The little dots in the sky
But its too far away
Farther than the moon
When people reach the moon
They put a flag on it
Why?
Do they think that the moon is theirs? Just theirs?
Maybe they should share it
204 flags on the moon
It could be colourful
When we look up to the dark sky
I wanna go to the moon
I don't know why
I just want to
Like everyone else
One day I could lie on a grass patch
With the dark sky above me
Staring at the moon
Thinking when I could get it
After I finally reach the moon
And when I come back
I won't go back to it
Why would I?
It's really costly
I wouldn't want to work for it again
I would have experienced it already
Why would I want the same thing twice?
