"Spinning" - a Poem

Spinning,just spinning

Trying to find the answer

I thought I held it once in my hand

But then the wind came and blew it away

Spinning just spinning 

Trying to find my way

I once held a map in the palm of my hand 

But then the wind came and blew it away

Spinning just spinning 

Trying to see the light

I once lit a match inside this dark room

But then the wind came and blew it right out

Spinning just spinning

I smell something inviting

On the tails of what smelled like delicious hope

But then the wind came and blew it away

Spinning just spinning 

For the wind spins me round

Till now I haven't seen that the wind is a whisper

That I've ignored up till now