The Moon

So as I went to bed last night the moon shone on my face. I decided to write down my thoughts.

The moon is bright in the sea of darkness.
Reflective and clouded in mystery. (Although not that much anymore. Thanks America!)
It is as clouded in the night as I am in thoughts.
Will I get closer to the moon?
I doubt it.
I think about the painting of The Reef. I think about how I haven't revisited it. I didn't mention it at all in my last two roundabouts.
Will I ever revisit The Reef?
Will NASA ever revisit the moon?
Or have we got everything we needed?

Seeing you only makes me think of science. You are empty. Void of life. A void in a void.

Is there anymore to say?
Maybe my focus is too narrow. I shouldn't just look at the moon, but instead, the entire night sky.
Can this be transfered to other aspects of my life...
I try to keep an open mind. Maybe it's not enough...
Do I ever do enough?
(My triple distinction says yes)
The moon is bright, and so am I.