The Ring

What's in the ring?

It seems I get a lot of questioning

I find myself answering, saying the same thing

Like a broken record playing

Only to find out different audience asking and listening.

To each one, a ring has its meaning

But mine is momentous and very special ring

Worn half of the years I'm living

My refuge when I'm yearning.

Hey! What’s that ring that you’re wearing?

Well, I’m just thinking

Maybe it’s time for me to be asking

A thing that I don’t really like doing.

I think I’m one of them always flowing

The constant that’s always changing.