Road-no.5

 When I Meet The Moon, I'll have to ask what it's like being hope. I'd ask him what it's like being a dream, an achievement, a goal? What it's like being "When I reach the moon, I'll cast out the stars." Ask him if he ever gets tired of holding our dreams and promises? Does he ever get tired of babysitting every midnight ambition? Does he get tired of being the benchmark for victory? I'd like to ask if the moon ever envies the stars. I wonder if he ever wanted to be one of the million stars, instead of the only moon, maybe he'd like Saturn better. Maybe on Saturn, he could take a step back and have space to breathe. I wonder if he regrets being the moon. I wonder if the moon ever gets asked what he wants, for a change.  Maybe one day he'd come forward and talk about how lonely he may feel, alone but knee deep in everyone's thoughts. I wonder if he feels pressured to always look his brightest and wear his best suit, an eye-catch covered ...