Solitary Star

There is something about the moon which makes me feel connected to it.
Alone in the sky it watches over me.
Sometimes crescent sometimes full it is there to give me light in the dark.
Even though it gets lonely but looking at the moon it seems like I am not the only one.
It follows me home when I drive through the aimless roads.
It is the silver star in the pitch black sky.
I wish to be like the moon even though standing alone it is the brightest star I see.