“Meanwhile, the Wheel turns. The humble are exalted and the mighty are humbled. The best are inevitably defeated, and the scum always rises to the top. Here is the source of all the world’s pain, that restless turning, ever accelerating, always bringing us around again to where we were before, but older, changed, scarred, and sorrowful. Had I only known the identity of the whisperer, I would never have listened. The Wheel would not have been set in motion.”

From Wheel of the World from the album Carnival Ride (2007). [Misattributed: performer not credited as writer.]

Source: The Waste Lands

Source: The Valley of Fear

"The Wheel"
Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars (1988)

Variant: Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.
Source: Revival

Source: Drenai series, Legend, Pt 1: Against the Horde, Ch. 22

Kéramos http://www.worldwideschool.org/library/books/lit/poetry/TheCompletePoeticalWorksofHenryWadsworthLongfellow/chap22.html, st. 3 (1878).
Context: Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.

For My Country's Freedom, Cap 7 "Like a Troubled Sea"

The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Goddess (1979)
Context: This is the stillness behind motion, when time itself stops; the center is also the circumference of all. We are awake in the night. We turn the Wheel to bring the light. We call the sun from the womb of night. Blessed Be!