Even the fastest runner
couldn’t catch his love.
He watched her walk away

Even the best painter
couldn’t capture his lover—
something was always missing.

Even pure things
carry a little stain.
Even love
holds some pain.

So tell me, Mom… Dad…
why must I keep going on,
when even the good kids don't ?

I saw the moon and fell asleep,
Its light was calm, its silence deep.
But when I woke, the moon had gone—
The sun had come, and took the throne.

He said, “Wake up. Go take what’s yours,
No more dreams behind closed doors.”

The moon is loved for bringing peace,
But the sun? He burns, yet never leaves.
Tired, alone—but still he shone.
And that day,
I chose the sun.
I chose the strong one.