Howl at the moon if you can stand the light,
Howl at the moon for the rest of the night,
The light casts shadows on your pale face,
Just one more member of this rat race.
There’s a glint in your eye – not one that I know –
And your complexion is pale, as white as snow;
Is this what freedom looks like, sounds like?
Are you waiting for the lightening strike?
Are you hoping that one day you might
Bathe naked in that glowing moonlight?
Release yourself into the dark forest,
Lay down with wolves and be not distressed,
For tonight you are one of their own.
In the morning you will be long gone.