The moon was full.

The stars were brighter than ever.

There he was outside.

Looking up at the sky.

Wishing he could fly.

He was sitting,

On the front porch

Of his mother’s house.

Looking straight into the moon

Thinking, what is inside the moon?

Can I reach the moon?

Can it make all dreams come true?

Or will it kill me with silence?

Questions were all he had.

Answers ran away from him.

And all he had was hope,

Hope was the only thing

He holds onto.