Anhedonia

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