Beautiful Whirlwind
Is there an eye to your storm?
I'm attracted to your chaos
but your winds have left me torn
I was pulled into your funnel
where I felt so tall and free
But now that I've crashed to the ground
I'm nothing but debris
From a distance you seem tranquil
but you spin furiously inside
From your reckless destruction
no one in your path can hide
But there's something somewhat innocent
about the way you maim and kill
Are you a product of circumstance,
or sustained by your will?
I tried in vain to chase you
thinking I could intervene
To exorcise your demons
and restore your inner peace
But I lacked the power to touch you
You're now miles ahead of me
And despite my burning lust
I know you are history
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I love this one. I sense feelings of hopelessness, yearning, and helplessness all at the same time.
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