Wheel of time unfolds its tale,
A constant faith, an endless trail.
It comes and goes, like a rolling train,
Wet ourselves in bliss or pain.
Who succeeds over time’s gentle stream,
And who surrenders to its silent dream?
For whom does time linger and fine,
Claiming moments that, “You’re mine”?
Time is alone, no partner in ride,
No weakness, no root to hide.
Flow with time, grow your frame,
Accept sacrifices, understand its flame.
If you turn back, lose your way in the past,
If you come back, the future door is cast.
Time is bound, its pain I’ve known,
Seeking a companion, a path to be shown.
GS
