Fragment: "To The Moon"

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,--
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The realisation of reality isn't always pleasant is it? However, if we have reached this point, at least we have the option to change things. Love Gyp's