I am the moon hanging in the sky.
Ever changing in its perpetual night.
Never affirming the reasons why.
Always reflecting the sun’s light.
Waxing and waning, growing and regressing,
forever in a state of variation.
Unobstructed light, fullness rarely seen,
then losing my own motivation.
Once again I’m shadowed by this world,
sacrificing myself to isolation.
Pushing and pulling on the waves of those around,
only some accepting their force.
And others getting to my surface,
leaving only flags behind to show their course.
Ever-changing nature,
my fiery heat and cold you often see.
The craters show their wear,
scarred by this life I’ll always be.
Helplessly watching over my world.
Can I help that this is me?
Always I’m reflecting someone else’s light,
Never understanding the reason why.
Ever changing in my forever night,
I’m the moon hanging in the dark sky.
