It starts in the middle, an axle running through
Rolling and rolling into the infinite blue.
Then the spokes spread out, rays of the sun
And before I know it the ride is done.
The rim encircles it, holding it all in
Don’t know where I’m going, can’t remember where I’ve been.
We’ve been riding from the beginning, we’ll ride with no ends
On Chronos’s chariot, with me and my friends
I love how you made the poem so rhythmic, like a spinning wheel itself.