Pinwheels

The truth is this -

We spin in circles

Constant motion without direction.

Brightly colored pinwheels,

Searching for love

Seeking acceptance

Looking for the one soul

Who will complete us.

Blind to the mythical nature of our prey.

We drown in disappointment

When love lets us down.

Expecting more than they're able to give.

Pinwheels fade a bit, battered.

Not realizing those who failed us

are also searching.

Spinning as pointlessly as we are.

Doomed to repeat yesterday's mistakes.

Preordained to fail as our parents did.

Destined to be disappointed.

Broken, battered, sun-faded.

Still spinning

With no progress made.