The Thief And The Moon

Deep in the forest in a hidden hovel Lives, one with Nature, a solitaire Writing rhymes and poems at nighttime He really leads the simplest kind of life and Doesn't possess much, niether needs more Many years of solitude have made him a sage But in just one second all is gone Everything feels undone Someone has stolen the few things he owned So it begins the story about the thief and the Moon At the foot of the mountain long ago Someone breaks into the shack to rob the old man It might sound sad but there's a lesson to be learned Right after taking all those poor belongings Runs in the woods the robber, in haste Fearing the zen master and his rage (haha, seriously?) Instead the old man, naked in the cold hut Sits by the window, smiles to the Moon "There is nothing left for me but still I have this glorious view" He looks to the heavens, up above At the familiar light That's the one thing he needs in order to write So this story talks about a thief and the Moon Showing us what it means to be wise When there's nothing left to hold on to look on the bright side Find the inner force in what does really matter Look inside youself and you will find What makes you feel alive How many times did it just save your life? So this was the story about the thief and the Moon And the poet who grasped the meaning of Life Real riches truly are the ones from inside 'Cause they are the only things no one can take away The thief and the Moon!