Human Wheels

Human Wheels

(John Mellencamp/George Green)

This land, today,
shall draw its last breath
And take into its ancient depths
This frail reminder
of its giant, dreaming self

While I,
with human-hindered eyes
Unequal to
the sweeping curve of life
Stand on this
single print of time

Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face

That time, today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age
This pale reflection
of its brave and blundering deed

For I, descend from this vault
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
Knowledge, sure, from the seed

This land, today,
my tears shall taste
And take into its dark embrace

This love who
in my beating heart endures
Assured by every sun that burns
The dust to which
this flesh shall return
It is the ancient,
dreaming dust of God

Jhn Mellencamp