Fly me to The Moon

Fly me to the moon,

I have lived here long enough.

I need a greater perspective,

Of the mighty mountains and the seas rough.

I have sequestered the courage for long,

I have put it up in rhymes and songs;

The fuel- the words have just been enough,

So I walk to you, I stand up!

Look! The launchpad so dynamic and vibrant,

Through successes and failures I have found it.

Now I sit upon, my eyes to the moon,

I'm here; you're here; we'll be off by noon!

The earth so jealous, I'm leaving it away,

But it doesn't realize how close it is to me;

For only here did I find my way -

When I stumbled onto you, across the alley.

Now the voyager is ready - it is bursting its fuel,

I sit fingers crossed; I have experiences new;

In awe and scare, I look ahead, a shiny piece of glass!

And in the shine of the glass: I see you!

So I am no longer afraid, as the rocket takes to life,

I'm thumping my heart, the moon seems so bright;

And all the worries I leave behind,

As I fly to the moon,

In this wicked congenial time!