A ride in the gyro of time
Forever and always In the dreams of time Walking through dark nights and climbing to the sun Through misty dingy skies Swaying with the currents of the red mountain and the fields Through the twisted game of sun and shadows And smooth and bumpy rides Till there is more that enters miles away from the core Looking back to where it all began Embracing the randomness and the longing for those old days Through the rush of time Racing from a busy road to open fields and spaces Till you find what ticks cannot be altered And the needle comes back to where it started ticking