The Turning Wheel

We’ve all been young, naively so.
Our lives bombard one another.
Crashing and destroying our illusions.
Or were those our delusions?
I don't know, for this heart is still young.
How often do we find this feeling, that makes the rage calm?
Once, Twice?
How many of us get to feel unconditionally?
A pure emotion, something untainted.
The wheel of life turns, seasons change.
As do we.
But the more things change, the more they stay the same.
To change on the inside is trying.
Sometimes the effect is hardly worth the pay off.
For many The wheel turns on its side, sitting in its infinity.
For it is we who continue the motion.
We fall in and out of our lives.
Become the Hermit from time to time.
Hurts get the best of us, as we turn on our humanity
But when things come full circle, we find ourselves
Repeating our past