When I Meet The Moon

 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 in jewels, a star could only ever dream of. But maybe to the moon, the suit is only an armour, the jewels only rocks, and his smile only a facade.

I wonder why relevance is so important to the moon?

So important that he changes every day in shape and size. Is it so that the stars never catch up? Or because he doesn't want another moon to steal his spotlight? Or because he doesn't want the stars that look up to him to stop admiring him? Whichever it may be, I know for a fact the moon might burn out.

Maybe when the moon was a star, he always dreamed of being the moon. However much at the time the moon dreamt of being where he is today, a job is a job, and a job is exhausting. Especially if the job is being the star of the show, if the job is being an impossible benchmark. Now I know the moon is exhausted.

I wonder if he is exhausted of being someone else's dream now. I wonder if he hates the only dream he ever dreamt of. Maybe it's not all the glitz and glamour he imagined. Maybe the superiority is not worth the constant exhaustion. 

I think the moon wonders when he'll get a break.

When I meet the moon, maybe we'll both sit in silence, and I won't ask any questions.