Ghost walkers in the sand
Steps wiped by wind hemmed cape
Harnessed to wood wheeled wagon
Your time moves on
A point stilled on earth

Move on restless ones
Your burden is never done
Pull, pull forever pull
No tract, no force
your beyond mortal effort shows

The same lot is mine
A keep turned mill
A wheel on a road that
Goes ‘round here
Yes....year after year

 

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