Perhaps the whole point of life is
suffering

To watch an endless windmill
Turn
painfully aware that at some point
You'd fall off the wagon
and someone else
would come along
to watch that same windmill turn

like an endless yet definite cycle.
Life in itself is...not indecisive, but
merely
flummoxing

Perhaps the purpose of life
in it's entirety
is punishment

What better penance
than to watch helplessly
as persons
suffer
die
experience joy...
only to have it
thrown away
as the windmill goes on?