The whirling

the rushing whirling wind
over and over again
as beginning eats the end
I guess I’ll see you soon,

Friend the rushing
whirling wind
round and round
we spin

I’m with you without end
I guess I’ll see you soon,
Friend you stop the whirling
wind that spins in my head
as beginning eats its end

I feel like
I’m with you without end
as beginning eats its end
I’ll be with you again