Poem: Your Poem

On the twentieth day of July 69,
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.

The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.

You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?

I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.

When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?

Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.

And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.