Walking on the Wooden Bridge

Walking on the wooden bridge

I question the wise night air

If the twinkling stars

Around the narcissist moon

Flatter him

Just as humans

Flatter those in power

With false giggles and

Honey coated tongues?

Walking on the wooden bridge

I question drops of rain

If the boastful moon

Pretends not to understand

Just as humans

The false wagging of tails

And servile folded hands?

Walking on the wooden bridge

I question my curious self

If the moon will never

Shove the evil clouds

Just as humans

Their mendacious egos

And will night never drowse?

Will Sun never waken?

Walking on the wooden bridge….