Drifting along the pathway in huge circles,
the legs are shaking, almost jelly-like.
The mind working hard on life hurdles
pushes the brain to go on strike.
Both eyes, tired, cannot see for seductive light
that the sidewalk turns round and round.
Sense of direction is off, not quite right.
The being is lost, convulsing on the ground.
The mastership of vicious circle is superior;
no human soul can fight it without aid.
No one is such a gigantean solitary warrior.
Therefore, ask for help, and do not be afraid!