Full credit to Robert Jordan for some of the inspiration to this short poem.
It’s odd, is it not, concepts follow us around
ideas fears and feelings resound, echoing through life
wheels and patterns, Robert Jordan was right
fate seems to fit his fictional device.
wheeling wheels whirl
if you catch a glimpse your conscious is hurled
into spaces dimmed to safe, ignorant dark
Men aren’t prepared.
or even pretend
to know the Path ahead.