Moonlight

He stared at the moon.  Perhaps it held the answers he sought.  Answers to questions unasked, unspoken.  Decisions,  decisions.  It was always about decisions.  Today's decision dictates tomorrows. And so forth.  Until you found yourself miles from your desires stuck on a road of your own decisions.  They all started out as a choice.  Left instead of right.  Yes instead of no.  Staying around inside of walking away. 
His path was his to walk,  dictated by no one.  This is what he thought when he had been younger.  The age gave him the experience to realize that nothing was so easy.  Her eyes were always upon him.  Watching.  Yes,  I know you follow,  that you're always watching.  That means nothing, except stalking. 
The moon remained silent.  Taunting him with the silence of knowing.  The moon knew it all.  Yet revealed nothing.
His dreams were the dreams of desires extinguished and buried.  The life he sought so desperately was merely a figment of a memory past.  The choices he had made assured he would never find happiness in the life he once craved. 
It was a bleak landscape he now found himself in.  No guide,  no map,  completely in uncharted waters sailing towards a destination unknown.  This wasn't the path he had prepared for.  This path was full of pitfalls and traps.  A tightrope to be walked delicately.  There was no opportunity for mistake.  A mistake now meant certain death.  A tightrope to be walked alone.  This path could only be walked alone. 
That was the message he received from the moon.  You can have all the support you wanted,  but in the end,  you have to walk the moon alone. 
Clearing his head of emotion,  closing his heart to everyone,  he secured his helmet and stepped out into the unknown,  unsure where anything lead.  If he had made his calculations right,  he would come out the other end a owner of the home he lived in, with a plan towards a future that is constantly changing.  Or dead.  But never defeated.