Round is our head
Like the moon
Deep are its crevices
Somewhat similar
Just more weathered from within

Thoughts of what was once
Reflect on all surfaces greatly
Anterior, posterior
Forcefully playing a factor stately

Occasionally beaming
A reflective glow
Shiny and bright
Here on earth
Admist all the stress and pressure
Strange how everyone happily takes notice

I wish I illuminated
Each night so brightly
Waxing or waning
While harvesting
Questions...