Eyes to the sky I watch the clouds revolve.
Feet on the ground I seek to evolve.
With each passing turn I feel a greater burn.
My place in this world makes my stomach churn.
Feeling uneasy, feeling queasy,
How I deal with this is not easy.
The earth can’t stop, won’t stop.
You can clean up these emotions with a mop.
Having expelled this sickness,
I look to recover with quickness.
Wiping my mouth I regain my composure.
Back on the path,
In search of closure.