Circle of Life

This moment, now
This turn on the wheel
Of our universal unicycle
Of linear time
I understand
Being everywhere
And nowhere
In all places
All the time
Everyone, everything
Only our vantage
Changes
So persecutors now
Become persecuted
The hunter hunted
Prey the predator

As the wheel turns
We changes positions
Sometimes on top
Sometimes the bottom
Hub or spokes
Always rolling
Moving forward
No matter what
We perceive
As the wheel rolls
Just add dirt
A cool, clear crossing
Fording a stream
Yet we are all
The path, the water
The seat, the sky
The tiny bug
Just squished
Beneath us
The turning wheel