Of planets and moons
what a pretty sight
where no one can go
all but a light
I wonder if the planets feel lonely like i do
but then i remember their moons
and find that even planets have more friends
then i ever will
they shine and shimmer
flaunting their beauty to mortals below
knowing how much they are worth
and how little we are.
tiny specks on a rock
we mean nothing
i mean nothing
so why am i still here?
what keeps me tied to this world?
is it the love of food?
or the love of the people around me?
is is the wonder of the future?
or the haunting of the past?
will i ever know my true worth
or better yet my true meaning?
who knows
but maybe ill be happy