As if.

The wheel of life,

unstuck from the sucking swamp of despair,

shaken into life,

overshoots and blazes in the sky.

Cover up!

Don’t be so conspicuous!

Nothing good will come from running away down the slope to crash and burn out of control.

Embrace those inner horses.  Whisper soothing words into their ears, curry down their sweat slick withers.

Get in line and plod.

Hit the bell, hit your mark, rein it in, reign in,  rule yourself, be a ruler, straighten out, be inspired straight, don’t get all wound up twisted with your energy at critical mass.  The masses will be critical.

That’s enough punishment.

You can’t always finish,

but you can stop.