Time is but a wheel,
Turned by the water of experience.
But as the ancestors say,
Time is but an illusion.
As it turns,
Life goes on,
Life is but a turn in the wheel,
Death is another.
The adventure after both is neither,
But the product of what the wheel turns.
Unseen to mankind,
The illusory wheel turns, silently.
Hovering around the edge of perception,
Yet tantalizingly hard to find.
Forever will the wheel turn,
Untill it’s goal is complete.
And mankind has ascended to the last stage,
At which point, the wheel wont be needed.
One of my favourites.