O man on the moon,
I just don't understand.
In contrast to you I'm fed with a silver spoon.
The universe is so vast,
But you choose to live in the wastes.
Are you trying to escape from your past?
Or are you just a man with unusual tastes?

Regardless, you have seen it all.
From your safe haven you have watched empires rise and then fall.
The wars that have waged and the atrocities that follow.
A bitter pill for you to swallow.

I'm sure you live in hope, that humanity might learn.
However the future of my race is not your concern.
You have chosen isolation,
A cowards way out.
Your blessing and curse,
Unable to escape the earth's rotation.