A wheel ever turning over, but not on any track
Going nowhere, but carrying all upon its frail back
It stares at me from the wall, knowing that it lasts forever
To think it was built by hands like mine, but created solely to measure
But now it's gotten out of hand (Ha ha) and it's immortal, unlike me
Even when it rusts and fails to do, it will always continue to be
It doesn't even really exist, I think, but somehow outlives us
And for something that we just SAY is there, it causes so much fuss
No road I take will be as long as yours, wheel upon the wall
And though I'll struggle, & suffer, & fail - You'll have no trouble at all
When we all die, will you exist? Because we invented "Eternity" too
Or are you so ubiquitous in form that others will recreate you?
Wheel, oh wheel, you tell me nothing that I don't already know
I have no need for when at all, but you'll still tell me so
Though you may be eternal, you are running out for me
So if I make you mortal, will I never cease to be?
And then I smashed the clock
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
A wheel ever turning over, but not on any track
Going nowhere, but carrying all upon its frail back
It stares at me from the wall, knowing that it lasts forever
To think it was built by hands like mine, but created solely to measure
But now it's gotten out of hand (Ha ha) and it's immortal, unlike me
Even when it rusts and fails to do, it will always continue to be
It doesn't even really exist, I think, but somehow outlives us
And for something that we just SAY is there, it causes so much fuss
No road I take will be as long as yours, wheel upon the wall
And though I'll struggle, & suffer, & fail - You'll have no trouble at all
When we all die, will you exist? Because we invented "Eternity" too
Or are you so ubiquitous in form that others will recreate you?
Wheel, oh wheel, you tell me nothing that I don't already know
I have no need for when at all, but you'll still tell me so
Though you may be eternal, you are running out for me
So if I make you mortal, will I never cease to be?
And then I smashed the clock
Joke poem about endlessly philosophising over the nature of existence rendered down into the purest unga bunga caveman brain of humanity.
