She has a whirlwind in her head
It swirls and swoops
Around again.

The thoughts are spinning
Whirling they fly
Rising upwards to the sky.

This spinning and whirling never stops
She never quite can
Reach those thoughts

Rushing
Grasping
As past they fly.

A failure exhausted
At last she lies
Content to let them whirl by.

Contented now she finally rests
The thoughts come ordered as is best
Lightly falling now as rain
They come to rest within her brain.