oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
what is so special about moon?
just a brightly-shines-gray-round
when night falls.
just a place where there is a set of
reflected staring eyes of the giving up,
hopeful, and the wanderer ones.

oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
who dial the noon?

"me" i said.

oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
i prefer neptune

"what's this time?" he asked.

i prefer neptune.
i like neptune.

might be can't make the light by itself.
not like the moon.

and that's why i always say
"love you to neptune and back"

but take me to neptune,
we might never come back. forever.
we have endless time.
just like our stories.
it's a long flight.

but the moon
she can be our witness.
i'll tell her.
i would like her to tell
every particular story
of our journey to everything
that lives.

it's immortal.