Maybe it’s boredom. Could boredom itself be the end of escaping or breaking of the cycles? Maybe you’ve found peace?

Perhaps you embrace it like a fool? Do you start a new cycle – something to occupy the time? Will your old, tired eyes be satisfied chasing the same thing around in circles once more – a way to fill the gap in between the necessary activities? What are you ignoring while you’re busy? If you don’t find something, then what?

Upon pondering these things I seek for wisdom – she hears my plea; I find myself in prayer. For now, I have but one mission for now – I need to control my tongue.