Moon Migration

The moths swarm my mind like a light

They yearn to praise my every move

They circle around me as if i were god

But its simply not true

.

I am not their moon,

beautifully placed on a stage

I am not the path that lights their way

Yet I still lead them on

.

I burn everything in my path

I am an imposter of disguise

I am not as good as I seem to be

And that is why I cannot be their key

.

I am just as lost as they are

trying to find my way

I am simply the moons doppelgänger other:

.

I am just a flame.

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