Time, time again, again
that drives the world around, round
the circle lives and suburb lane, pain
to feel how we are going to be found.

Seventeen steps of temporal march
have gone to get us here,
and know we when passed through the arch
that made us what we are this year?

Echoes, echoes once more, more
sounding in the sea of last, past
in each is held in bore, door
that's held with thought-locks fast.

Eighty steps we'll reach the brink
and will we, when turning see -
that wewe think
of what we might everlasting be?

coo foo first line. Then cool!!!

maybe foo fighters as in moosik