In the past I used to think the moon must have a pretty sad life, With nothing to call his own. No life, no light, Just a huge heart of stone. I used to think he was stuck in second place, Behind the sun, bright and vast. Ever to be understudy to the lead, Destined to remain in the shadows he couldn’t even cast.
Now I see his phases of death and rebirth differently,
I see now that his logic was sound.
I see how it makes sense to get up and try again day after day,
Especially if you have someone your world revolves around.
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