Surrender To The Wind

Its the wind,
it's carrying me away from all this madness I think.
But no,
it's carrying me over our little town.
It shows me, people, too close on blankets,
and people walking to close together.
It shows me people not washing their hands anymore.
Not wearing masks anymore.
"No," I scream, "Let me down! I don't want to see this anymore!"
But the wind doesn't care.
It shows me, people sitting next to each other hand in hand, "Be safe!" 
But they don't hear.
It brings me to a yard sale,
and there I see the white lace cloth on a gray table.
It has petals stitched onto it and I run over to the gray table.
But,
a woman gets there before me.
She grabs the cloth and I race after her yelling, "Wait! Give it!"
But she doesn't hear.
She pays and I watch her drive away.
"It was for surrender," I whisper.
I want to surrender to the wind.
I don't want to see this anymore.
The wind listens and brings me back. 
Back into my little, simple room,
and I think of the white laced cloth.