Gone with the wind...

Lost I am,
Gone it is,
Spun around they are,
Brought it on us he did.

A great affect it had,
the act it self,
adding up by the minute,
set to ruin us all.

Selfish I decline,
But globally accepted,
The accuser is not right,
And truly they must be corrected

The keyboard breaks,
after all this typing,
and to no avail,
thoughts are still spinning.

why here and why now,
expect the unexpected,
God's got your back.
So break out your grinnin'