I feel jumpy tonight. My skin's crawling.
    A Xanax and beers can't sort it out.
    I walk the dogs under a full moon.
    A subtle pull gathers me to its orbit.

    Moonlight bathes me in its calm blah blah blah!
    I'm feeling broken with all the distress around me.
    Friends I must save are perilously close to the drain.
    Death makes it clear who has the final say. Not me.

    Tomorrow I find the moon fell from the sky rocking
    gently in the wind in the creek in my backyard.
    I see it's like a ball kids would toss back and forth.
    Maybe I'm losing my mind or maybe just finding it.