the wheel turns as it moves

in the cold quiet dark each motion magnifies
into a threatening force each step seems
filled with obscure meaning what one deems
right and proper for some other signifies
nothing at all the truth is that who reifies
all actions into things who constructs memes
that travel mind to mind like waking dreams
the are the ones who confuse truth and lies
now we turn the page and read nothing new
nothing that we did not know long years ago
arranged in ways that numb the weary brain
each generation thinks that its own view
is better than the last ones that it will show
we've learned at last to come in from the rain