Look around,
We aim, want, get
So much,
So much more.
Till we think
Achieving is pleasure.
Look around,
Wires, sticky-notes,
Little reminders
Of murdered dreams.
Towers of light,
Our goals,
Distant,
So distant.
They scoffed at the modern times.
What would they call this?
A rotation?
Mechanical rotation.
On and on,
This echo of repetition.
Look around,
This echo of repetition.
We aim, want, get
So much,
So much more.
Till we think
Achieving is pleasure.
Look around,
Wires, sticky-notes,
Little reminders
Of murdered dreams.
Towers of light,
Our goals,
Distant,
So distant.
They scoffed at the modern times.
What would they call this?
A rotation?
Mechanical rotation.
On and on,
This echo of repetition.
Look around,
This echo of repetition.
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