Riddles Running Round My Mind

A friendly breeze has been blowing
for quite some time now.
Softly caressing all in it's path.
I can sense change approaching,
winds picking up speed.
That which resists shall be forced.
The door, the windows,
have been open for some time,
allowing air to flirt with the notion
of cooling and comforting that which lies beyond.
Soon, no more...
soon, that teasing breeze
will cause doors and windows
to be violently slammed shut.
Urgency.
Fear.
Sorrow.
The weary travelers hesitate.
They fear, they are wary,
weary,
unsure.
They have forgotten about their instincts,
they have forgotten how to trust.
Rest for the moment,
head pillowed in hands,
but time is of the essence
and the decision must soon be made.
For once the doors and windows are closed
it has not been foreseen when or if
they will be open again.
Time spins out of control,
in control.
Wild thing.
Gods laugh from the heavens,
enjoying their little games.
And our arrogance.