By each hysterical wind
I grow frail, dull and passive
Displaced
From the reach
Of solid ground

The joyous hours
Spent racing
Are far and few

Blending the world
To a pulp
Of disorder and sound

Warm currents
Bring about
The full flair of elation

Until my treads sputter
And I give
Jolting
For agony’s embrace

These moments all wheel
In constant havoc
As the daily roads
From which
I will never dare to stray