Seems simple to know when life isn’t going your way
All the pitfall of modern society can only nag
That internal spokesperson for how we should stay
The course, the avenue, the lane – a sultry snag.
Once when under the moon did we feel strong
To capture moment would be a certain truth,
We could know then we’d done nothing wrong.
Only in certain drama would we be uncouth.
I watch the moon rise at night when alone
A distant hoot owl causes me to feel fine
She might be listening in certain zone
A state of mind, of nostalgic rewind.
I am going to watch the full moon release
inside me this turmoil that only seeks peace.