Life on the Moon

Life on the moon couldn’t get any stranger.

You think you’re flying,

But you find yourself falling anxiously back to the ground

And once you get there

You find your feet firmly planted to what you’ve always known.

Not much depth,

Not much to stand on.

Just you, the universe, and your thoughts.

Life on the moon,

Life here on earth.

What’s the difference?

We all get lost,

We all fly high

Up on our personal cloud nine,

But what do we find when we find ourselves falling?

When the little bit of gravity,

The little bit of sanity

Pulls us back to where we belong?

Most of the time, when we reach rock bottom

 Is when gravity catches up to us.

Crashing down on our weakness

Down on our pride

Down on our selfishness

Down on our lust

Down on our lies

Down to nothing

With nothing to stand on.

When we reach rock bottom,

We seek out our way back to the top.

Hopefully it’s a top where when you fall,

You’ll fall swiftly on a soft patch of bright green grass,

Rather than painfully on a pile of rocks and dust.

Or have a foundation strong enough to keep you there.

Build on a solid rock,

Rather than a patch of sand

Where you’ll find when a storm hits, you’ll stay strong

Instead of falling right back to the bottom.