My Life Is A Wheel

My life is a wheel, my life is a wheel, my life is a wheel
I understand the sound it makes and how the ground beneath me shakes
As all the other carts and horses race among the stars

My life is a wheel, my life is wheel, my life is a wheel
And underneath the spinning drone I hear the voice of my old crone
Whose teeth are just a metaphor, like stones above my grave

My life is unreal, my life is unreal, my life is unreal
So what I think is very clear, except that there are others here
And all of us are weaving on this loom

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I am a gentle spirit in a brutal world. Here, I drop my scythe, a smile in the grass. https://zengreenway.com/

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