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Moon, moon in the lake, why do you cry?
Is it because you don't shine like the sun, or because you're not as lively as the Earth?
Do the eyes on your surface hurt from watching all of them surpass you?
Do you fear your brightness faltering, do you fear being forgotten?
Moon, moon in the lake, why do you cry?
Reasons, do I still have them? For the tears that I have not yet shed to be dancing on the verge of my soul?
I'm trapped within the surface of the lake, the crystalline bars that keep me prisoner, the futile shield I've created to forbid them of hurting me. I've locked myself behind a curtain of thorns, bones of the roses that didn't survive the winter cold, the colors that I once wore in my eyes, now faded to nothing.
Moon, moon in the lake, why do you cry?
Is it because you don't shine like the sun, or because you're not as lively as the Earth?
Do the eyes on your surface hurt from watching all of them surpass you?
Do you fear your brightness faltering, do you fear being forgotten?
Moon, moon in the lake, why do you cry?
I can't remember anymore.
I gaze up to the sky, to the stars that shine like embroidered diamonds over silk; a million diamond eyes, a million observing eyes.
Do they observe too the moon? Do they observe the sovereign of the starry night, even after the shine was long forgotten? Do the stars long for the moon’s shine to restore, or eternally engrave within themselves one moon’s incapacity?
I'm scared.
Will the moon once again resurface, will it ever again hang by the sky as always?
I'm scared of weeping.
Of mourning.
Of disappointing.
My eyes hurt from seeing you. You shine bright over the sky, you bring the light to the endless surface of the dull Earth I created.
I'm scared, scared of admitting I was never enough. Scared of stepping down, scared of being replaced.
Can't you bring me back? Tell them to remember me, to please remember me.
…
You can't?
That's quite alright.
The sky won't need a shineless moon anyway.
The stars will light the path, the sun will lead the tides.
Is it my time yet?
But, I still don't want to.
The earth still needs a moon.
Am I enough? Will the moon return to the sky once again, once freed from the diamond bars that keep me captive?
Will the sky still have a place for me?
I still don't know.
Moon, moon in the lake, why do you cry?
Do you want to be free, free of yourself?
Free of the eyes that gaze upon you?
Free of the water cell that you had sewn for yourself?
Moon, moon in the lake, gaze up at yourself.
Moon, moon in the lake, you already hang by the sky.
Moon, moon in the sky, don't think of yourself less for reflecting a light that’s not yours.
Moon, moon in the sky, someday you will see how bright your eyes appear from the surface of Earth.