Lunar cycles, we wax and we wane,
We fluctuate and change, it’s never the same,
It’s the alternation bringing all the flux to this game,
We vary the variables so it’s never the same.

Aberration is a deviation from right,
An albino is a man whose skin is all white.
So you can stand aghast, shocked, and amazed,
While the moon waxes and wanes through various phases.
And when it wanes, you know the bright light is diminishing,
And when it is waxing, it’s augmenting.
My life’s not static; it’s not steadfast,
It’s dynamic, ever-changing and prone to blast.
I espy with my own eye a sliver of moonshine,
But it’s illusory, I can barely see.
My future hangs in the balance, it’s precarious,
Lacking security, dependent on various conditions,
So I embark on all types of missions. Listen,
Here’s fickle: "What a charming performance!
Actually I did not like that performance.
On third thought I really enjoyed it!"
That’s what scientists call being capricious,
It’s when you keep changing your wish list for Christmas.
. . . That was a lull in the song, but it didn’t last long,
‘Cause nothing stays the same, get it?
I’m mercurial, first I smile then I frown,
My attitude is all just up and then down.
I swear I change colors like a chameleon,
I take on diverse forms like I’m protean.
I’m malleable, like Play-Doh, easily shaped.
The student rapped for the teacher,
But the teacher just gaped.

We wax and we wane,
We fluctuate and change, it’s never the same,
It’s the alternation bringing all the flux to this game,
We vary the variables, it’s never the same

We’ve got to rectify, recalibrate, and repair,
Revise, improve, fix, shape up, and get square.
We must correct, adjust, reform, and scrub,
amend, redress, put right, and straighten up.
The vicissitudes of life, those ups and down,
You’re born naked, but soon you’re wearing caps and gowns.
Time flows in like waves, undulating.
I bide my time in this antechamber,
I’m just waiting for a variance, just a pittance would suffice
Of the spirit of the times, you know the Zeitgeist.
Mutability is the property that allows an entity to change
Just what it’s going to be.
If you follow me we could travel surreptitiously,
Don’t believe me? Read my physiognomy,
Check my face. When it comes to choosing with whom you want to be,
Never mix misogyny with your monogamy.
I don’t know, but I imagine that polygamy
For those who practice it could get kind of messy
. . . I’d rather be with one person, uniform, unilateral,
United, unique, exquisite, and unparalleled.
If I were negligent with my rhymes, you’d think I was remiss,
But I never was remiss with my missus.
I relish her flavor, it’s what I love to savor,
My love doesn’t vacillate neither does it waver.
It’s invariable, constant, and immutable,
No permutation is suitable. I’m dutiful,
Fulfilling obligations, ‘cause I am obliged to open up
My eyes, and gaze at the sky,
. . . It’s quite beautiful.

Lunar cycles, we wax and we wane,
We fluctuate and change, it’s never the same,
It’s the alternation bringing all the flux to this game,
We vary the variables, it’s never the same

Like the sea we ebb and flow, we wax and we wane,
We fluctuate and change, it’s never the same,
It’s the alternation bringing all the flux to this game,
We vary the variables, it’s never the same
'Cause time passes . . .