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!