Hey there Spaceman
Can you show me the way to the moon
I see it in a distance
But there is neither a road nor airplane which can take me
Do you know the way to my destination?
Can I ride paper planes or toy freight trains?
Is there a marathon or highway?
I just want to meet upon the brightest side
I wanted to be that sparkle in the sky for once
Rather than the regular half mooned night
Do you know the way?
You see, it is more than a dream
I’m reliant on this trip
I need this for me
My ship is sinking
And I’m reliant on this false hope to keep me afloat
Anchored by own discrepancies and incompetence
I want to adjust from the lowest landmark
To the highest point in the sky
I want to the be the peak
The threshold of epistemology
I need Epicurean to save me from Stoicville
Bend the bars which restrict my capabilities
So please, I do not want to drop to me knees
But can you show me the way?
I want to live among the mystical moon dust
And emptiness of space
I want to be atop the object of hope
I want to stare back at the people who stare to my home
For hope, direction, predictions, answers
I want to stare into the eyes of the people who are lost
And looking for the map to the moon
The map to happiness
I want to see the pain, confusion and desperation of those who seek a cure
This is what it would take to bring my ship to sea level
This is what it would take to fuel my train
This is what it would take the ignite my engine
Don’t stare with insanity reflecting back at me
Your ****** expression will not dismiss me
I am striving to see the truth of the world
I want to see how vulnerable people are during lonesome
Because I refuse to believe it is only I who feels this way
Who seeks improvement and justification?
There is no rush hour on the way to the moon
My dream is of the few without a traffic jam to surpass
I am at weakness and scarce vulnerabilities
Please Spaceman,
Be my guide to fulfillment
I can walk the world one hundred times
But I’m still grounded
Show me how to elevate
So my life can follow behind me
I refuse to admit to begging
I will admit I’m desperate
This water is slowly filling my lungs
But I do not want to return to surface
I want to go above it
So If I am ever to sink
At least I will pass by Earth one last time as I fall