Lost

I don’t know which way
      the wind is blowing.
              My hair is tangled everywhere.
                    My thoughts are blowing away.
             When I jump to catch them
the wind grabs me.

                If I reach down
to touch the earth
          it goes away and
all I see is clouds.

When I do touch the earth
   it will mound over me.
            I will be silenced.

Who will catch my thoughts?