The wheel


Words how are they found
for thoughts spinning around
through hours and hours they wound

the wheel doesn't stand still

join me and my circle
the revolving miracle
of quiet pleading whispers

the wheel doesn't stand still

will be your caring host
you'll never be lost
in events of the past
venture a glance
to the sense, it's your chance
no sound to be heard at once

the wheel doesn't stand still

dreams nor hope will shatter
every spin makes feel you better
you never feel it doesn't matter

the wheel never stands till

you'll never fall, fall off the edge
not even a single wedge
will put it to a hold
we break the mould
we as a part of it
with us

the wheel never stands still

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