I thought I was waiting 
On the right time to say this.
But I was right all along
And waiting was wrong.

The anger is changing
How I read your reactions.
Emotional violence
Ignites the dark silence.

The full moon is hanging
Somber in the smog.
We flash down the 10 West
“Would you just give it a rest?”

My fears do the blaming.
My ego is a paper maché planet.
We guard against the unreal,
We drown in what we feel.

Darling, we are waning.
Shadows crawled in our heart.
But the sun will still burn
And the earth will still turn.

And the full moon will return.