The super moon is on its way,
and it always brings a test.
A feeling has come over me,
it’s optimistically depressed.
The moon you see controls the tides
and I have water in me.
I feel the pull as it rolls out,
that’s when the sadness hits me.
But tides they turn, come back again,
I’m skipping up and down.
From tears to laughter in a flash,
then smiling to a frown.
I wish this week would hurry up,
I want it over soon.
For one moment I’m excited,
then I’m howling at the moon.