lost in circular motion of life,

grabbing on tight to thin air;

recklessly waving my soul in my hand,

willing it all to come clear.

twisting and turning,

im blown all around

and cant even see where i stand

hoping and guessing where the next turn is,

and praying to hope that i land.

shriveled and beaten, worn by the wind,

face a display of numb breath;

clutching in silence, heart tight in hand

and wait still for loves endless death.