ferrydust

Today I’ll be spinning on a wheel,
I’m a slave to a wheel and there isn’t any stopping.
What mistake could I have make?
I’m a slave serving time for a life that I’ve forgotten.

I’m a slave of karma — spin a wheel and I’m a king reborn…
Yeah I’m a slave to karma — I’m coming back;
hey I’ll be coming back — but for the last time.

Today I’m a king on the wheel — still a slave to the wheel but this time around I’m smiling.
Keep me cautious, keep me safe, just in case there’s a chance I can leave this wheel behind me.

Stand in the middle and you won’t get dizzy;
stand in the middle and you won’t fall down;
if you stand in the middle you can keep your balance;
stand in the middle and the wheel spins round and round…

I’m a slave of karma — spin the wheel and I’m a king reborn…
Yeah I’m a slave to karma — I’m coming back;
hey I’ll be coming back — but for the last time.

And how do all the wheels inside the wheels revolving, go on and on and on and on and on and on..
Spinning on the wheel — the souls of one evolving — live on, live on live on live on live on
Anyone who claims that they know the answer’s coming back again again again…

Who’s at the center of the wheel? — The inventor of the wheel, or another spinning servant?
I’m the master of my wheel, of my very own wheel — universal and recurrent.