JUDGE.

JUDGE

Don't judge the person judge

the reason.

Think outside the box.

This box is made of stones.

Everything is tempermental.

I casually throw out my linen paper,

and make a lot of noise.

I am simple with my dreams.

Casually I talk to you, casually I am here.

I dwell on the hope and joy of truth.

Truth is not superficial.

Truth is oval. Truth is large.

Truth is like the begging lamb,

looking for a way to make its dreams.

I hope I can find the reason within myself,

to grasp the reality of this,

and know now, however I become,

I will behave like a bitter storm that waxes

and wanes,

and the moon shines down,

and the light is bitter.

I am the moon.

I am gone.