Growing up in a swirling, churning tornado threatening to
destroy all in a moment, safety lies in finding the storm’s
eye & isolating within an ivory tower: today life just doesn’t
feel right with no horizon-menacing tornado; so, when
life flows so smoothly less any problems forcing me
Weather storms by climbing onto a raft and sailing away
over the horizon - it demonstrates something’s wrong, I
need to face foes - to wrestle them to the ground - or
cajole and scold the broke-hearted into improving
themselves - otherwise I just become a lazy drifter on
The edge of life, binge-watching TV series and loosing
contact with reality, scrutinising lives of my loved ones to
see where I can offer unsolicited advice; but my acerbic
tongue makes my beloved’s chary of attempts to pull them
up against their will - sometimes I have to watch their self-
Destructive behaviour without interfering in a self-inflicted
misery - I realise that only experience can teach - words
cannot reach the heart of anyone without their trying out
things for themselves; I have done the most idiotic things
in my journey through life and now have to respect the
Right of others to learn through trial and error - yet I would
love to be giving them guidance, though it would probably
constitute inspiring them from frying pan into the fire…
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