in daylight the sun awakes
the world refocuses into a continuous view of events
in night, the moon rises
while the world hibernate in beds
at time the moon watches over,
looks at the one below it
and thought to himself,
am i really of use here?
life is not present
life is not fair
i could not see anyone
they're all hiding in their lairs
what is it for me
to provide light to them
to protect them
and guide them in this realm
but the moon, it did not sulk
kept on complaining to himself
of how pathetic his job was
and how useless was wealth
but he loomed over,
seeing the darkest nights
to see a million people
still awake in sight
they laugh
they scream
they cry
and some of them, not breathing
the world is an interesting place
said the moon
but i know there were more things to see
when they were all awake
it knew the sun wouldn't take its place
for it was too bright for the night
and it liked the crowded cheers
in the noon time
the moon was sad
sad as always
as it hung lonely
the next night
for when the moon rises
everyone sleeps
no one cheers
no one weeps
only at times
could it see someone
walking their way home
with drunken feet
the moon could not complain
it could not change time
it could only be there
to wait as the day rises
even if the moon
does not have friends to talk to
or people to see
or things to do
at least it still have the stars.
