Fly

The moon shows off the stars.

I pause in awe, and silence of its beauty and enchantment, enhancement of my endorphins make me ponder.

 If I had plenty of sleep and enough food here to eat could I fly? 

Sit beside the man in the moon and gaze upon his view people like ants busy busy everyday surely repeating, break the cycle. 

What is normal? Is it waking in the morning off to work or school to be a better version of yourself?
 
Or is it never changing rearranging everything you were taught outside your house being the same as you are alone. 

I see the world for what it is a cesspool of lies and confusion, open your eyes. 

We're all fake and lame and need to change for the better. 

Be a loner or better yet, be you. 

Learn to fly and sit beside the man in the moon.