Wheels Of Time

Wheels of time. They keep on turning it’s so cliche. Fate reminds us. It feels like cream poured on my face
Though the children run and hide, I scream through night. A better part of me stays inside where it’s warm. Where the heat rids me of bacteria
Sone nameless gods design. I see it changing throughout the years. Fear designed us. It feel ingrained and interlaced
Though the children run and hide I scream through the night. A better part of me stays inside where it’s warm. Where the heat rids me of Bacteria