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.