He awoke in a hurry beads of sweat on his face.
He looked around for anything unusual.
Only to find nothing out of place.
He looked out the window to see the stars in the sky.
Someday he wished he could fly that high.
If i could,he thought to himself,i would go to the moon.
He hoped that if he did it would be soon.
He jumped out of bed and marched out the door.
Deciding that sitting awake was such a bore.
He hopped in his car and went on his way.
Not realising that today would be his last day.
He drove down the highway not a thing in his sight.
When suddenly he was struck with a blinding light.
He heard the crunch of metal and the car flipped over.
That is when he realised his life would soon be over.
He looked to the sky and could all but swoon.
When he thought to himself im going to the moon.
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