Fuzzy Fish

Empty pages,
What are we living for?
Abandoned faces,
Of heroes from before.
On and on, does anybody know what we are writing for?

Another Jordan,
To write the Wheel again,
A score more books to
String on this endless chain.
Hold the line, does anybody want to read this anymore?

The Wheel must go on,
The Wheel must go on,
Inside the plotline’s breaking,
My pencil hand is shaking,
But my books, still written.

For generations,
Of this unbroken line,
Jordan descendants,
The series still define,
On and on, does anybody know what we are writing for?
The chain is endless,
Will never be complete,
It binds us tight and, we are entranced by it.
Outside the world is ending,
But inside in my mind the wheel is spinning still.

The Wheel must go on,
The Wheel must go on,
Inside the plotline’s breaking,
My pencil hand is shaking,
But my books, still written.

My mind’s eye sees it all as clear as light of day,
I know the end but how it comes is not for me to say,
I can’t stay, my friends.

The Wheel must go on,
The Wheel must go on,
I go to rest at last,
My son will take this trust,
On with the Wheel.

I’ll lay my pen,
Rest in my den,
My son will find the will to carry on
On with the
On with the Wheel.

The Wheel must go on, go on, go on…