But even astronauts don’t know why
They’re headed for the moon
Mostly faith and
The smallest chance of freedom
It’s leaving and feeling —— about it
Yet even on the way up
They get closer to the stars
But not close enough for the pain to go away
Their fingers are reached out to feel the touch
Of the sun
Her rays are dripping honey
Nobody ever allowed themselves to get close enough to find out
We were just convinced by the words of others