There’s nothing like the moon high in the sky
to remind you that it’s going to be alright.
I don’t get to see many stars in New York City
so when I see a night sky filled with them,
it eases me.
I’d rather count stars than the things
I find wrong with myself, or my own problems.
They say count your blessings but as I grow older,
I forget to pray on most nights.
My brother said he’d rather make people happy
rather than be happier, himself.
I said I couldn’t.
I would never be that good hearted;
as important as it is to be kind to others,
it is just as important to be nice to yourself.
I think I’ve sacrificed a good portion of my own smiles
to satisfy others in the past,
and I don’t have that much time to waste on pleasing them anymore.
Some nights I cry.
Some nights I cannot shed a tear.
Some nights I cannot sleep.
I am awake with the moon,
wasting time until the sun rises to start a new day.
And I keep hoping that a new dawn will bring me a new beginning,
I keep hoping maybe all my worries and problems
will disappear but I know that will never be true.
Night will hit once more,
and it is the same routine all over again.