Since I am sick of Wheels That jar my day, Unto the hush that heals I steal away. Unto the core of Peace Nature reveals, I go to win release From Wheels. Let me beneath the moon Take desert trail; Or on some lost lagoon Serenely sail; Win to some peak the grey Storm cloud conceals . . . Life, let me get away From Wheels! Why was I born so late? A skin-clad man I should have shared the fate Of mountain clan; My quiet flock beside, When silence steals, Unshocked in eventide By Wheels. The Wheel is King today, And speed`s a god; Yet when I see the way My feet have trod, Like pilgrims who to shrine Of Beauty kneels, I pray: O Peace divine Damn Wheels!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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