Machinery

Yesterday the machine took me hostage.  Tomorrow I will break free.  But today I     AM     the machine.

It amazes me how life is such a roller coaster with its ups and downs.  Last week I had enough time to stop and smell the flowers.  This week I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off.  The amazing thing to me, as well, is the more I run around frantically the more things I destroy and the more I have to do to right them.  It's a perpetual cycle of grinding gears until the demands of the world release me or I break off and go hurtling into the air and fall, fall, fall 'til I land in a soft patch of grass.  Then the cycle repeats itself and after some days of bliss the machine catches the hem of my skirt and I am yanked back in.