I see you there, pretending to shine
giving ‘your’ light and saying “it’s mine”
reflected glory, cold pride at your heart
if not for the sun you’d surely be dark.
I wonder how it feels to worship a ‘moon’? A cold, dead, lifeless Rock with no heat or light of it’s own to shine. It needs the Light of others to even be visible…
What does it feel like to know that the light it reflects really comes from the best that comes from us? The ‘Men in our Moons’ are nothing without our Light and Heat to bring them brilliance and luster. Gods we’ve created to steal our glory.
They don’t deserve the credit we give them. They are really nothing without us.