Hushed Ballads

Dubious

The beings that I come across every

single day

consider the incandescent moon

as an enchanting attraction,

but I can't agree with them anymore.

It is beautiful to them only when

their dubious visions can see it.

Just like the moon,

I am not evident all the time.

The only distinction is that

I can choose when to draw attention

and when to

make myself unworldly.