A full Moon tearing at my innards.
Mad wolves howling in my brain.
This ebb and flow of change…?
Dizzy, I wonder where is North?
Tidal waves of ferocious hope
crash against my fragile sanity.
A plethora of new prospects
spreads like rampant wildfire.
Drawn and quartered by indecision:
a collision of conflicting needs,
disintegrating and dispersing
on a searing wind of passion.
Destination: that alluring unknown,
Mistress of my dubious fate,
spins out of control
and cackles with irreverent glee
at the outcome only she can see.

My Gran's wonderful furry companion Francis
Ralphie, see out the kitchen window? The one where the cat has a ledge to sit on? That is NORTH! I could not resist!
Bad witch! Shame on you.