Of Wheels

Branching forever infinite are days plus one extra turning wheel grinds me under watching eye in my face think me blind... laugh..laugh..laugh...no disrespect intended. ..wheels are real lives fate to balance this act with the other clown I was and still am..please...master wheel no more clowning..weary of rest it is that I am fix my wheel it lays broken out side your door.. burning my spokes for fuel in the winter even you cool in heart can warm my supper grant arrogance in me to see then flee across your desert of grass to the sea.