The man in the moon know what it means to cry
in the shadows of his darker side,
and then smile for the whole world to see on his brighter side.
Oh, if only I could dive into his seas
and swim until the silver-grey water sapped
the heaviness from my bones
and loosened gravity's hold on me.
Only then,
could I fly back to Earth,
burning bright like a meteor,
and leaving behind
only a trail of pixie dust.
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