RSM0812

To the Moon and Back

Build a home, Tall and grand.

For Preeminence to stand.

For quiet eyes here do intrude.

Sanctity obtrude, exclude.

Visions of immortal time,

Decisions given over wine.

Brings men to the roundest table.

Like forlorn of a fable.

Dress me like a marionette,

So I can slowly forget.

And drive me to the moon.

We\'ll all be there soon.