Turning wheels to signify time
Layer on layer, under and above
Balance of nature and equilibrium
The mystery of beauty and wonder of love
Mysticism that kept us grounded
Caught up in the magic of it all
Replaced with certainty of truth
A death, a rising, an ancient fall
We live encapsuled in the knowledge
Of spinning worlds and fleeing stars
Formulas are far from contemplation
The consideration of who or what we are
