Wheel

Prickly skin with a misty sheen Utopian hint from a wind unseen Seeking out the in between The ancient touch of our crumbling form Teaches nothing whilst in the storm Save a lyric, tired and forlorn Tear out a page, the tale remains The players, in a tome contains Such fragile joys, merely staggered pains Round and round the needle spins Ostinatos woven within The colors swirl to black again The colors swirl to black again The wheel hasn't stopped Hasn't started Hasn't listened Round and round the names are christened A sense of wonder but a blinded vision Sends us to our final bliss and Then We spin again And then We spin again Another note, another rest How shall we choose which chord fits best? The riddle shows there is no test All does and doesn't matter now We plead and churn and hope somehow That a prayer may yield a cosmic vow But no one's picking up the phone The stars went out and the moon's alone The atoms sleep so deep inside our bones Yet there exists a look, a smile The briefest touch will last a while So let's trade our souls for days and miles Yes, let's trade our souls for days and miles The wheel hasn't stopped Hasn't started Hasn't listened Round and round the names are christened A sense of wonder but a blinded vision Sends us to our final bliss and Then We spin again And then We spin again