There must be a full moon
Because I don’t recognize this Dude
Who swooped in and kidnapped my Prince?
Who decided to drop off this Demon?
It’s like every drop of his direction got drained,
Leaving chaos and indecision.
It seems like the heart of fire became ash and smoke
Replaced with a misshapen block of ice.
Normally, I would be one
To rage against the impending tide
But it seems like the full moon comes every day
Agitation morphing into nonchalance with each episode
And then when he finally bounces back
Into some semblance of he got some sense
He gets thrown back because I’m not ecstatic
But instead overjoyed, tainted with caution
Because I feel it’s only a matter of time
Before his full moon returns
And I’m once again along for the ride.