Is the course,
To the moon,
Really straight?
Is there another path?
One filled,
With bumps,
And zig zags,
Do we have to,
Conform,
To the norm?
What if our journey,
To the moon,
Was filled,
With shooting stars,
And asteroids,
Surely that,
Journey would,
Be worth retelling,
Because even if,
You shoot for,
The moon,
You’ll always,
Be among stars