I’m a selenophile under new moon

a pluviophile wandering the desert

a pyromaniac lost in the sea

only that faint distant light

keep me holding this insatiable desire in,

to reach the unknown

while another me falls behind

whom I’ll never acknowledge again

So, I run over the parts of me

as camera zooms in

World find it amusing

like watching the hamster run

same mistake, same pattern

over and over again.

All I wish to stop

but I read the Newton

and this rock ball holds terms like

Inertia and Gravitation.

Now that I think

I be gladly be a hamster that’s been laughed on

than a rock mass lost in some thesis.