The Man in the whirpool

His head aches. It is full of thoughts that have been left in there for so long that they have decayed. There are too many wishes that are unfulfilled. Everything he desires is impossible because the people have made it so and his angels have forsaken him. Too many strings, too many consequences.
He was sparked to life. Like a toy, he was wound and he marches about as the key turns. One day he will be all unwound. What can he do sometimes but to fall to his knees, look up at the skies and scream the words, "what do you want from me?" Why was he sent? What was he meant to do? How often has he hoped for a message in the lightening or a gesture in the thunder. No signs have been left for him to find.
He must bide his time, he knows. All good things come to those who wait they say. How long will the wait be? His time is running out. The key is turning. It could be on its final round but he is being taught a painful lesson. Do not quarrel with the lessons of life. He hears nothing in the voice of the sunrises and sunsets but they are asking him to be patient. To one day achieve his dream, he must pay the price for it. With these passing years, with this seemingly wasted time, he is actually paying the price for his dreams, for his desires. A very high price it seems like and yet not really so...life is a fair trader, because his dreams are priceless.
He reads in a book that when God wants to drive a person insane, he grants him all his wishes. He begs God for madness. One true blinding moment of such intense happiness that even if he looses his mind at its contact, he may die in peace. He pleads for insanity but God in his wisdom, teaches him patience.