Moonshot

I want to know What I can not I want to show A good face Things forgotten long ago somehow still around Misremembered happenstance never really found Undetected influence silently resounds Dandelion seeds are sleeping underground I want you To hold my hand I want you To understand Unconstructed memory Decomposing tide Misconnected company Unrequited pride Undesired souvenir looking kind of tired Reluctantly admitting that the moonshot's missing wide