14

Like a Hook is the Fraudulent Moon

Like a hook is the fraudulent moon,

Bringing with her the servants of star,

Looking and searching for where the doubles are.

Suspect this morning I do,

When the clock soon shows the 28,

Admit still no one dares to.

That businessmen care for money-earning,

And the dreamers focus on the dream-chasing,

Whilst the poets take over the sorrowfulness,

As well as the romantic feelings.

Standards are found respectively,

In my, your and their reality.

By the street the hungry wolf is long waiting,

With a red-single eye shining and twinkling.

For the footers to be trapped in their sleepiness,

So as to send them to another strange place.