The man in the moon likes to stay up late. He sleeps during the day when the sun is high, then wakes up when we go to bed. He keeps the lights on to block out the dark, lighting up the moon like a giant disco ball. The stars are his only friends, but they come and go as they please. He's left with his thoughts, contemplations of the sky. He blocks out the mocking of those bigger than he- planets and shooting stars. But without the man in the moon they'd be lost, and he'd be just a dark rock hanging in the sky.