Does the sun follow the moon

Or does the moon follow the sun? 

To them the moon is invisible

Hidden, cowering in the sun’s path

Why can’t the moon be like the sun? 

The sun, a ray of light, blazing a path

A path: so fresh, so new, so alluring

That none other can compare

Why is the moon so lazy?

Why can’t it carve its own path?

The moon: dull, wrinkled, a pitiful thing

Its light is so slight, so drab

It's boring, it’s old 

Why can’t the moon shine brighter?

Why is it so disappointing?

Noone knows the moon 

Wishes to be the sun

Wishes to be the great

The power, the role model

The moon is the sun’s other half

But moon is only second-best

At best.