I have never been to the moon

I have never been to the moon,

Or touched the far off galaxies,

with the drop of a hat.

I have never talked to those who are dying soon;

Their dreams are their memories

Bones bare, devoid of fat.

I have never descended the sacred slope-

voice loud, full of hope-

arms wide and welcoming

to the joyous souls i have liberated to safety-

by myself.

I have never talked

to those lost in an world their own;

lost to me, lost to them

to help them cope with a mind unknown.

Nope, i’ve never done that 

I’ve never swam, waded,

through the murky waters of time

traveling millions of miles

to give someone a dime.

I’ve never committed a crime

that kept me awake, while

endless tears fill my eyes,

giving me new determination 

to find a bigger mountain to climb.

I’ve never breathed fresh air to a hopeless child

breaking them out of their cycle-

giving them a reason to stick a while

on an unforgiving earth.

No, i have never done that

I have never,

climbed the sacred slope- singing hymns

to those who had less than nothing,

who breathed their last breath,

who smiled their last smile,

who saw their parents die,

who wished their child still alive,

who saw the tales of old

with their own blind eyes-

back when they could see.

Nope, that’s not who i am

I am a nobody, a freeloader, no good,

senseless, 

normal

child that could never do

the impossible; 

and as they sit me down,

in the secret room,

their eyes scanning me

up 

and down;

they question me

and i lower my head,

eyes filled with guilt,

and tell them,

“No, I have never been to the moon.”