Round and Round Through Cycles

Knock, knock, hoping the sky is clear. Fate

rears its head once you appear. Seeing without blinders on. Anything

and everything beyond and gone. We've only seen what shall be sought.

Vision allied to what reality brought. You can't buy reality. It is all

a facade. Round and round, through the cycles we go. Highs and

lows, ebbs and letting go, to the flow. Round

and round, through the cycles we go. Highs

and lows, ebbs and letting go, to the flow.