The Wheel

The wheel is turning
and you can't slow down
You can't let go
and you can't hold on

You can't go back
and you can't stand still

Everytime that wheel turn round
bound to cover just a little more ground

Little bit farther than you than you've gone before

lyrics, Robert Hunter

I can't see the horizon in this dizzying whirl, I can't focus on the straight ahead. I can't see behind me and I left my lessons back there but to hell with them. All these colors and lights and the swelling in my chest sure play hell with my linear thinking but I'm beginning to wonder if a plotted out between the lines path isn't all it's cracked up to be and maybe I thrive whirling and twirling aglow in the colored lights and at the dizzying heights.

Just sayin'.