I just asked you few things to keep in mind,
Before you open your mouth to talk about me.
I have clearly expressed my intension to stay away from the crowd
But how come you forget this every time?
Every time?
I can't fathom this act of yours.
This running circle of arguments just because you don't listen.
I am fed up, fed up, fed up of this.

O My dear Mr. Moon!
You might not know this,
That whenever I glance up at the darkness of the night sky,
Your elegance moonlight provides me solace,
And hope for better days to come.
Your shine comes from the mighty Sun.
But you don't have to be the Sun dear.
Do you know that your scars make you so divine ?
You don't have to be perfect.
You have millions and billions of admirers you know?
Even if you're not a star,
You don't need to be.
Cause you are the moon!
The only moon,
That leads the way.
When I am lost,
In this world full of toils.

This consistent need to change
This burning desire to be better
Am I slowly changing for good
Or is it good that I am changing ?
I think a lot, speak a little
I dream a lot, act a little
This constant void that I feel in my Life
Why, why, why, I think to myself yet again
Caught in this trap of monotonous mind battles