The wolf within breaks through the skin,

Late night, satellite; stars alight,

Under the moon I feel the loon,

Temptation makes it hard to face,

When in the feels it feels more real,

Reel after reel my mind won’t heal,

To make amends with long lost friends,

Or maybe mend those toxic trends,

Breaking habit to chase the rabbit,

But down the burrow again we follow,

I find my mind is not too kind,

As madness comes from childhood sadness, 

Is it too much to be gently nudged,

And meet the one who starts the Budge,

The moon will wane and make me sane,

But when it’s full I feel the pull.