The wheel.....
it spins. ....round , round. ..
moulding the wet clay......
as the potter's hand smooths ..
the contours ......
shaping a form he desires.....
from his imagination's fire........
.
The wheel of life. .....grant me a wish.....
as you turn round and round......
ceaselessly. ....all the way.......
listen to what I have to say......
let me mould each breath of life .......
shaping it in the contours
of my dreams.....let it be......
that in my hands lies destiny......