Chaotic Thoughts Observe thundering waves crash upon a rocky shore, Hear the winds howl, tossing foam, pushing brown sands to frozen waves. Huddle against a smooth-worn rock and feel the trembling of the Earth with your tired, aching body. Should I end my life now, you ponder within: leave this darkened place? What use am I to this world that does not hear words I pour from my broken heart? Should I end my life-long dream of planting seeds of wisdom using the written word to touch hearts open to receive a million answers to their one question? Should I give up the struggle now; quench the fire that burns in my soul? I look up to see a white gull skimming the towering waves, up and down, sailing the currents, peacefully, gracefully, playfully as one with the wild winds, unafraid! Why couldn't I playfully navigate for another day at least, just one more day the chaotic madness of man's system and live to write just one more line?