Quizzical how moods swing,
like a tire hanging from a branch.
Spinning randomly, swaying frantically trying to keep time with the breeze.

It hits like an avalanche,
crashing to the ground below.
Faltering in solace, no soul to experience such dubious grins.

It's better that way.
Noone gets hurt, noone gets blamed.
I can fall apart and noone needn't hear or bare witness.
It's for noone other than myself.