Is It That Simple?

Forgotten to the rousing storm,
Spinning round and round.
Lost upon the waves of thought,
Dreams left untamed.
Abandoned to the freezing lose
Of friendly warmth.

All the world seems so large,
Before haunted eyes
Made only larger, oh so vast,
By the constant noise.
Of all who float by me.

Why am I here?
Spinning in my circle,
Desperate for a hand to stop me.
When I cannot stop myself.

Why?
Am I unable to save myself?

Is it as simple as that.