The Man In The Moon

Some people believe in the rulers of their religions.

They look to them for strength & guidance with every life decisions.

Then we have the skeptics, who say the hell with that, no Im not controlled to fit in.

They run their own show the way they want, the outcome basis is going on a limb

Not me though, I guess you can say Im one of the few since Im not sure who decides whether I sink or swim.

However, for everything else I like to believe the man in the moon has a hand in my requisitions.

Since I was a child I would tell him every one of my secrets and inhibitions.

He shone Just enough light into my room keeping away monsters that may have been hidden.

The man in the moon lured me into dreamland, while guiding the tides ashore, crashing in synchronized rhythm.

He‘s seen it all, every bloody war, happy nights, sad heart breaks, dinosaurs and loving kindred.

Somehow he hangs so strongly in that dark night sky, as paintings all depicted.

To me the man in the moon seems the wisest of them all, still boasting of his consistence.