In the wheels of the wagon I ride,
I see the truth from whom I hide,
in the blazing circle moving above,
I see myself- all alone.
In the Os and Zeroes, in the loops and holes,
in every circle I see the circle I walk through.
Maybe its a reminder- of the steps I took yesterday,
or maybe a warning- to look at the steps I will take,
Like a hound after its own tail,
my thirst after my success,
......
In the wheels of the wagon I ride,
I see the truth from whom I hide,
in the blazing circle moving above,
I see myself- all alone.
In the Os and Zeroes, in the loops and holes,
in every circle I see the circle I walk through.
Maybe its a reminder- of the steps I took yesterday,
or maybe a warning- to look at the steps I will take,
Like a hound after its own tail,
my thirst after my success,
......