Heart Of The Matter

Vortex

The wheel turns constantly,
Round and round,
No beginning to it,
No end,
A treadmill,
In perpetual motion,
Day by day,
It turns swiftly,
Or slowly,

We're suspended in motion,
Step by step,
We move on,
Forward through time,
Stepping cautiously,
Determinably,
To our future,

The path is set for us,
The wheel turns,
The treadmill goes round,
And round,
And we are caught,
In the vortex,
Of life.