Once, I saw the moon shining high upon my head
Cocksure and regal as if it sat on a throne.
Round and bright, perfect in its form
I walk pass around the neighborhood, trying to chase the view of it
From when I stand, I saw the streetlight
Does the same game as the moonlight
Streetlight ray breaking the silence in my empty neighborhood, or is it in my head?
As I walked nigher, my eyes were still captivated by the moonbeam
Disrepair the dogs that barking at me—so annoying, but cute
At one point, I stopped.
Exactly at place where the dogs would have chased and maybe killed me if they were not stuck in a cage, that damn cage
I stand still in my place, looking above, creating imaginary horizontal and vertical lines
I saw the moon and the streetlight together
I saw the moonbeam standstill
While the ray from streetlight trying to win the game in my head
But what does it mean?
When the moon fails to win this battle
When its beam was eaten up by the ray of the mere streetlight
When both of their power could not stop the dogs’ bark
When I keep freezing up in my place
When my mind keeps battling and looking for the winner
When the illusion wins over the reality
When Moonlight Conquered by Beams of The Streetlight?