Whipped.

Whipping through the winds
Desperate to see
Just a glimpse of the sun
Or the passing of trees.
Unable to pause
I am still on the move.
Washing on by
Forced into the groove.
Impossible sights
Blurred by momentum
Distinct in a moment
I'm blind to the outcome.
No time for reaction
Becoming a dream
I'm drawing the lines
As I'm loosing the seam.