You're the wind
And I'm the pinwheel
You like to see me spin
When I stop
You fix me up
Until I twirl again
I can't help
The way I turn
The cycles that I take
But you're a force
You've got a say
And sometime you say "break"
Now it's clear
For me to function
I need but one gust
So tell me why
I'm on this shelf
Just collecting dust.