A poem of hope
for when you feel you have to smoke
when mom's words rip and hurt
when you see the ground 9 floors below
and wish to hit it swiftly
No one to let go
has ever landed without regret
to stay here seated now is the safest bet
But the moon is round
and gold and big
If I reach real far, will I get to it?
The answer is no, and that is OK.
You're here on Earth where you're meant to stay.