Spin Wheel

There is smoke, a heavy darkness wearing down

The air looks alive but is dead within its morsels

People push through, blinded yet unaware

An opaque world reflects back, an illusion thus of clear sight

They plough through, feet dug deep in the fields ,

Fields endowed or cursed with camouflaged seeds,

Seeds of a will to reach the end, Seeds that breed the notion of control,

 As though procreating an unbridled life,

But stealthily forming the chains beneath,

The seeds grow roots,entangling and knotting each other,

As we animals pull, racing one another to reach our death,

To meet the dead end, in hopes of leaving the dead weight behind

And fall off the cliff,

Only to realize, we ride a spin wheel that revolves thyself,

The seeds we have been sowing ever since we wanted to be humans,

Today a forest that has evolved out of those very grains,

And it burns today, engulfing us in its smoke,

Turning the shell dark,

Fanned by our needs,

And our loss of desire for the serenity within nature’s chaos,

Our refusal to stay still, Just still enough to feel the spin wheel.

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3 thoughts on “Spin Wheel

  1. We know where the cycle will end yet we spin the wheel, don’t we? as humans we are quite something huh?

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