The moon

I'd rather be the moon
Trapped in a vaccum of space, 
There would be so much 
Thought and pace
And this time I'm taking my own pace

But the moon shines brighter 
In her darkest hour, 
Some may think she has a super power

It is crazy to believe that she would be
So dark and blomly, 
Lost and lonely, 
No one would know she exists 

But the moon shines brighterWhen aligned with the sun.