Eye of the Storm

When the storm came,

All was set in movement.

I saw the motion about me,

But it went nowhere at all.

All were moving the same way,

Always in the same great circle.

Each followed those before,

And in turn followed by them.
I am trying to reach the eye,

Where I can still see the sky,

But great winds are keeping me

From getting where I want.

As clouds are keeping me

From knowing where I am,

All I know is that I must go

Somewhere they do not.