They can’t spy me from down there. Eyesight is twenty twenty. Squint and you can catch a glimpse. The shooting star of your dreams. They are your dreams.
Moon is made of cheese. Lies we use to tell ourselves. Space cheese would have been an excellent pallet. I’ll settle for this. The mediocre Earth cheese.
The patience to be great. Mediocrity won’t get you far. Maybe to the nice house down the street. Yet never to the stars. Where the greats rest their eyes.