I am the moon

I am the moon, sitting, standing still
floating in blue or black
never have i known a different world to this

when i am feeling scared and useless
i do wander , could i ever make movements
perhaps live elsewhere
see more then just two colours
around my white weary skin

befuddled by the same situations
confused because all i have ever seen
are the two same colours

i have lived in tedious ways for so long
sat here in a never-rending sky of blue or black

sometimes i hide behind the sky
and when its my turn to shine
i reveal myself openly
allowing up-looking eyes
to see me and all that i am

my place may seem suited and understandable
considering my skin is a softly glowing picture
well contrasted against the black
but i struggle to feel free

how can i travel to places of my desire
without legs and knowledge
of how to move elsewhere
so i am stuck here
have been for many many years

living in a sheet of black or blue
i'm a meant to be moon who never asked to be the moon
wishing for other places , scenes and experiences
to be someone else or something else

i wish to live how others live
but i sit static sometimes
often feeling like i am drifting and floating aimlessly
the only purpose being to reveal my pure light

without the skills and the confidence
the capability and the know how
the moon simply sits and waits
she waits for the time when she can grow wings
and travel to the place of her desire