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