The Moonlight is a beautiful thing, soft, aspirational, and high,

It's the light of a good future, held up against the sky.

It makes me think of my ideals, the supportive, thoughtful side,

The strong values and clear path where I choose to reside.

It's the light of deep reflection, the quiet, meaningful space,

Where I'd rather be than stuck at some superficial place.

It offers a clear direction, a structure I can trust.

It's everything my life balance aims for. Pure and not unjust.

Then there is the Moonshine, a nasty, illicit, sudden glare,

It's the stuff of bad ideas, fueled by a total lack of care.

It makes you forget the plan, ditch the team, and take a dive,

It's the fast track to the burnout where only the silly survive.

One is a beacon of sense, the other is an outright wreck.

You can value the light, but the spirit of chaos hits you in the neck.

I look at both of them shining, one cool and one very warm.

I’ll just stick to the Moonlight—it causes less of a storm.