one warm september night

Basically, it's 7:30 at night on a Friday and I'm oncampus studying. This is how I feel:)

Driven

A gust of wind blew the door open and swept into the office.
Papers swirled and pencils danced,
and leaves crunched across the computer keys,
Speaking to no one,
And caring nothing.
Dust flew to meetings and out again,
And then the day was over.

Yet the wind continued to rustle,
As always,
And blew out again late into the night.
Blew down the streets and finally, finally home,
Into his sleeping family's empty arms.
But empty they remain,
For who can hold the wind?