Whirlwind

Locked out. Shut down. Access denied. No entry. No one allowed beyond this point.

Mindless chatter. Talking in circles. Lines of motion coming back on themselves.

Tired of being lured by the promise of treasure. Digging in shallow soil only to find rocks and dense, lumpy clay.

Every soul a lock box that cannot be opened because someone switched the keys on me.

Stuck in a revolving door, always being pushed along.

Standing outside doors that I can see through but I can't get inside. Trapped outside these souls, seeing what they themselves can't see. Hoping to be let in and get a chance to dust off ancient artifacts, relics of beauty that are unappreciated.

Windows with the shades down or the curtains closed. At least they hold no promises.

Labyrinths that lead you to endless corners and boxes with no exit. By the time you find the way out you are so exhausted it is hard to appreciate the resolution.

A GPS faultlessly leading you to a destination which is in fact not there.

Being teased by the thought of going on an exciting road trip and finding out the trip has been canceled.

Hundreds of trails explored, each one providing suspense and the hope of something worth seeing. Time wasted on trails that lead to nowhere. The journey isn't always worth the letdown in the end.