Feeling ill at the thought,
Of doing it all again.
Making something happen,
That causes the cycle to
Insufferably repeat.
What can one do?
Either stand in the whirlwind
Of the lunacy. Or take hold
Of the tornado, whose goal
Is to take everything. Pause.
Looking to where the sun
Meets the horizon.
They kiss in balance.
Wanting to be there.
That is the goal.