Until I Reach the Sun

I want to build a rocket.
I want to build the world’s fastest,
packed with bells-and-whistles,
space exploration vehicle.
When I strap in,
“oohs” and “ahhs” begin.
Fire rumbles below and lifts me skyward,
into the beyond.
When the smoke dissipates,
and I’m gone,
the rest of you will go back to your day jobs,
your nine-to-five grind,
your suit and tie existence,
your lives without dreams come true.
But you’ll dream of me,
floating in space,
out of jet fuel,
and for once
you’ll wake up
fully rejuvenated.