Storm Chaser

I spin around in circles,

To make myself dizzy.

I don’t like the calm.

It’s not for me.

Spin around,

Settle down.

That’s the feeling I miss.

It’s too calm in my head.

The world is too settled.

I’m waiting for a storm,

To pick me up,

And take me away.

Some place far away.

I lean my head out,

Hoping to catch it first.

The storm laughs,

And blows me a kiss.

"I’m only passing through", he says.

I know this feeling,

I’ve had it before.

So I brush away the wind from my hair,

And offer him a coke.

He prefers juice and a smoke instead.

I smile at the irony,

Of chasing a storm,

When all I thought I wanted

Was some peace and calm.