It’s a shame to me,
to witness what’s become of the culture that raised me.
We’re sold on what was preached as good advice.
“Shoot for the moon because even If you miss, you’ll be amongst the stars.”
But see I feel that statement could use some clarification.
Our eyes glisten from the brightness of the so ever infinite beauty,
but what if I told you that beauty was the cause of my pain?
What if I told you that the real moon's right here on planet earth?
There’s 7 billion galaxies right in front of us, going unseen.
What If I told you the term “Shoot for the moon”,
really meant shoot for someone’s heart,
not the one that reigns above us from afar?
There’s the most beautiful galaxy,
nestled beneath the skin of someone
who’s so lost they don’t sleep.
The stars within are cloaked
by the clouds of their depression, Also insecurities.
Waiting to be the butterflies that dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat,
waiting to be your favorite twinkle in her eyes.
Waiting to show you a new color you notice when she smiles and,
that will be your new favorite color.
So If we’ve lost sight of the galaxies within our life,
all because they weren’t visable as hope in the dark night sky.
How long until we lose sight to those too?
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
It’s a shame to me,
to witness what’s become of the culture that raised me.
We’re sold on what was preached as good advice.
“Shoot for the moon because even If you miss, you’ll be amongst the stars.”
But see I feel that statement could use some clarification.
Our eyes glisten from the brightness of the so ever infinite beauty,
but what if I told you that beauty was the cause of my pain?
What if I told you that the real moon's right here on planet earth?
There’s 7 billion galaxies right in front of us, going unseen.
What If I told you the term “Shoot for the moon”,
really meant shoot for someone’s heart,
not the one that reigns above us from afar?
There’s the most beautiful galaxy,
nestled beneath the skin of someone
who’s so lost they don’t sleep.
The stars within are cloaked
by the clouds of their depression, Also insecurities.
Waiting to be the butterflies that dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat,
waiting to be your favorite twinkle in her eyes.
Waiting to show you a new color you notice when she smiles and,
that will be your new favorite color.
So If we’ve lost sight of the galaxies within our life,
all because they weren’t visable as hope in the dark night sky.
How long until we lose sight to those too?
