The Wind Spins Me

It's one in the morning and I am not even tired,
Staring at the ceiling with my eyes glued open.
Is the fan in my room nauseated,
When I make the petals spin in the wind?

The storm crunches on my door,
Offering tickets and lollipops,
Inviting me to a late night concert,
Of drumming pans and cooking pots.

As I drift back and forth with the rattle,
Twirling my arms like a carousel,
The wind spins me.
The wind spins me.

Why are my arms and legs restless?
My hair is being backwards braided.
Am I an insomnia or just anxious,
To be stuck inside this bed?

The wind crunches on my door,
Offering fountain treats and lollipops,
Beckoning me to a late night concert,
Of dancing pans and cooking pots.

As I drift back and forth with the sound
Twirling my arms, riding a carousel
The wind spins me

The wind harmonizes with the trees,
Until the sunshine's calmness breaks free.
The wind spins me.
The wind spins me

I'll write the lyrics while the wind provides the beat,
A song about how the wind spins me.

** Synopsis: This is a song about someone who is jamming to a wind storm.