Winding wheels of time do turn
the grinding halt of lessons learned
Why do I feel the need to explore
The burn of touch, a desire for more
Didn't pain teach you anything
The vacant spot where you once wore a ring
Why do I seek this out
That voice that takes away my doubt
Didn't love leave you flat
Nothing but wind and sorrow in your hat
Grinding gears and twisting tide
I run to the front when I just want to hide
Too much, too soon, too fast, too . . . .good
Too good, is
. . .there really . . . . such a thing?
From Perilous Flight
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