Stream of Consciousness Writing Attempt

As the title suggests, this is my first attempt of the writing style - albeit in a lightly edited from. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Old men continually turn the wheel of history to the same rhythm over and over as each generation blames the last for their woes when it was there own that damned them and the next. Then the wheel is broken, the old design falling away to ruble and leaving the future in ruin as children have to rebuild the foundations of the wheel upon the funerals of their parents. The wheel is always destroyed but always rebuilt until the last child dies leaving the wheel as the tombstone of humanity.