Let me picture you,

The glorious act of the Moon.

When she gave way for the sun to rise.

Early of his time.

And that she felt contentment,

For such contentment filled by not being the major role.

Yet, a supporting participant.

Now you tell me, in what way that this is not hurtful?

Aren’t we all here to compete?

However, your shines brighter than I,

But night lake isn’t luminous if I don’t ignite it,

As the wolf wouldn’t howl on anything but I.