Wheels Of Time Keep Turning

Melodies of irony standing in line, moving expediently in
order to overwhelm whatever decides to form into this mind
and intellect.

Having slept too long in an uncomfortable position that
leapt into this life without permission, exercising as
the wheel of time keeps turning along ways of destiny.

Being a messenger of God, an angel telling his message
solemnly in prose and poetry, no one looking for answers
at all, energizing questions into a transparent melody.

One taking place as rhythms continually move upward,
needing nothing at all any more, because God is protecting
and guiding minds and intellects incessantly through music.