Wheels

Turning within wheels,

My mind journeying

From light

To dark,

Back to light again.

 

A road is laid out

Before me,

I must travel it,

Through beauty,

Through desolation,

The whole terrain.

 

At its end

There is the promise,

The promise of release,

Of freedom,

Of light,

The freshest air.

 

I carry it all

With me

As I go on my way,

Treasure,

Despair,

They are mine.

 

Soon the road

Will smoothen,

And I will see

It is all,

Up to

Me.