Isn't it weird,
that when we are sad,
moon is the only object we relate to,
we talk to,
we cry with,
But for what?
the moon never replies!
it never consoles you,
never gives you a tissue to wipe your tears,
never put his hand on your shoulder and comfort you,
So why do we romance under the moon,
cry under the moon,
Feel inspired watching the still moon,
when it never comes...