Lunar Forces Poem by Phil Soar

As every day requires my utmost concentration
And my mind has always been hard to control
I dwell on things that don’t required attention
It makes me somewhat distant and not whole

My mind plays tricks on me for many hours
I’m never at my ease, and always tense
The moon that is my ruler, has these powers
And never has me sitting on the fence

I never know how near I come to danger
As I attempt controlling all this harm
To me a stream of doubt is not a stranger
And the moon is really not my lucky charm

And yet, to live without it would be meaningless
The two week break it gives me on its course
Gives me the time understand the worthlessness
Of giving in to this influence and force