Shameless self-aggrandizement
Must always make one smile,
Because they think they're at the brink-
When really; countless miles
Lie between the moon, and back:
The distance they must run
While they think on them, we'll wait
To grab their rising sun.
Instead, there is an eclipse-
Which puts their light to bed;
Leaves but a single candles-watt,
To burn in their dim head.
The words they thought would lift them,
To share the sky, with stars,
Should probably be exiled
To Venus then, or Mars.
Like impatient children,
They cannot wait the prize:
Their legend grown immensely
Only in their own large eyes.
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