Round and round the spiralling wheel
Been here before that's how I feel
Once more around and spiralling forward
Like a stone in time a baby Norward
Maintaining my post like some kind of anchor
Lying low to avoid drawing anger
Ascending in increments of variance
Plying all the paths of each variant
Looping and looping through circular time
Feeling like it's all a pantomime
A stone anchor holding a position
A point in time from which to transition
Seeing the points repeat closer together
Seems like time is on a tether
All loops collapsing on a grand conclusion
A final end to a sinister illusion
This point on the wheel is a nexus
And moving on will be a new plexus
So a stone on the wheel is where I'm held
Until time resolves this tricky meld
Necessarily I'm imbued with a lot of luck and will
And seeing this through will be such a thrill
A stone on the wheel
That's how I feel