a tornado of souls and ideals
i am a hurricane made entirely of trailers
nowhere to turn this maddening power but inward
tearing down just to rebuild and toss skyward again
the tides themselves couldn`t match this cycle
to attempt control evokes complete futility
watching as an outsider dispair swirls like mist
from the center i find peace
loose the reins and let the beast buck
gone on the wind
in my surrender i find the change