Today’s dreams,
Tomorrow’s past,
Nights are short,
Days that last,
Wheel of fortune,
Spinning fast,
Love’s spiders web,
On long thin thread,
Unsettled rest among the best,
Fear of love dying fast,
On it’s flight of lonely path,
Yet on this day,
No turning back,
The clocks of time up on the rack,
For love needs to be nurtured,
And people all will find,
The wheel keeps spinning on and on,
where fate then picks the time.