Tornado

Endless all right, empty trials beckon to me familiar. The day’s abuses stand inline. And no where to defend after I rest my head.

Predictable never, never...welcomed back by a crowded repetition. A chance to live in limbo. Here you set yourself on fire, and never a wisp turns black.

Free from what I need because it never left, returned to slave over my possessions. Here I go, what I am, who I wish...how I wanted. When the same is home.