Moon Monk

As lovers try to find true love Their past is left in the dark They only know for certain Life’s meaningless without a spark. While others happily roam alone The path wide enough for all Seemingly flows for evermore So why often do we stall? Most believing life’s its own reward Watching the few who patiently wait Confusing the masses who observe Comes a monk explaining fate. Do we listen or ignore his words? Few and simple they appear to be why do our minds refuse to accept? For his ways shall set us free. Our troubled days full of darkness With his answers we gain sight But our eyes still clouded over As he sits in omnipresent light. Whilst we fight against the fog In order to keep our control Motionless he sits and waits Radiating his enlightened soul.