Perplexed Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

Understanding the way you love,
Is like trying to read
A blurred ticket stub,
Othertimes, it feels like a breezy,
Warm, wind from up above,
But when your love
Is nowhere to be found,
I feel as though I'm on
Life's merry go round,
Going round and round,
faster and faster,
Like a whirlwind funnel,
Looking to find a place to land,
Unable to attach itself anywhere,
Besides your own egocentric self!