A rocket ship cannot be orange and red with white open hatches. A rocket ship cannot live only on cotton. A rocket ship cannot have wings of blue taking it high. A rocket ship must be up in the blue sky. A rocket ship needs to see stars above. A rocket ship is not yours to keep. A rocket ship blanket, however, May be orange and red with white open hatches, May exist on your soft cotton And have wings of blue which take it high, though, Not in the sky to see the stars above, but Remain yours to keep as you nuzzle for comfort In a world where real rocket ships rise.
My stomach churns as I get ready to fly away. Adrenaline rises as I hear a voice say...5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Then my rocket blasts off toward the milky way. Before I know it, 2 days have gone by. And as I look out the window, I can't help but cry. Because floating in the moonlight, even though I'm all alone in a sea of stars, it really hits home how small and connected we really are.
First it hits - then there’s a blast It is so simple man Perhaps But when you come to think of it You dread For how you could But well You know You wouldn’t know That’s all That’s how it is How Was and will And ****** be ye if not feel chill For it is scary Just you think You live and die in just a blink