Troubled Cycle

Drowsy day, and wake-ful nights, not much has been left over, the troubles have built, but nothing much else.

One thirsts for desire, and hungers for temptation, but ends up dry as air, the crisp of being left with nothing.

Other times, I'm left quite humid, and full of anger, thinking every single thought, that makes my mind more evil.

Going up the stairs, and out the window, down to the ground, and splat into nothingness, is what those drowsy days, and sleepless nights are like.

But the more times, I'm splat on the ground, brings the more troubles and times that causes the cycle to repeat.

For must I do, to get back on track, I need to go through again, and find where this cycle started, and where it must end.