Outsiders

Imagine the very first man on the moon, watching the earth rising up Out of the darkness cerulean blue, water and thunder and dust Floating like magic alive in the air, his body a weightless machine Farther away than a plane or a bird or a dreamer had ever been Outsiders, look up It turns out we are not so different Gray and deserted, the landscape is strange, holes on a desolate road Holding the camera, he pausеs to say, “Would you look at our beautiful home” All of the angry and all of thе lost, painting a circle of blue Only a moment to lean back and watch the silvery rise of the moon Outsiders, look up The night is dark but brilliant and it turns out we are not so different Imagine the very first man on the moon, watching the earth rising up Out of the darkness cerulean blue, water and thunder and dust Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the endless expanse of a dream Pausing the burning of cities to say we are beautiful when we believe Music