A Resting Change

Like a mad scientist trying to manufacture

He rises,

Will resurrecting

Need dissecting the cycle of life cutting into this down time

The surge still present,

The urge to do

A question of

Self dog dare

Double down

Truth in new

Fuel,

For the locomotive turn

Output

The burn

Barn on fire

His problem with tiresome ire provocational, mire

His whole life this desire to do

Purporting it as part of anew,

The mind in line with a doctored lie

And like flu season though a dozen times more appearing each year

This need to do gives into his fear

By shear virtue of strength in conditioned brain

He cannot abstain from rising,

A setback surely awaits

Repetition in kind cannot be fate,

Not this folly,

Unfolding

Upholding its active civic duty

And then folding up again only to later unfold is not beauty

Rather bad habit,

Is not happenstance,

Something part of though more than his circumstance,

The body under spell

Of mind in a trance

The need for a rest

The dance of waves,

His age saves him,

Mature, concerted flow

Slows,

Panacea,

Slipping into a thoughtless haze,

A daze he allows of himself,

A new phase,

The moon shining bright

A lunar eclipse

Dark patterns,

The ego fade into night.