This crazy world
Abuzz with passionate ideals
And excuses for loneliness
Loneliness which slips into doubt

Circles of life
Spaced safely apart
Guarding what little privacy’s left

What turns your wheels?
It stinks of rubber
Of happiness burnt to smoke
Of friendship scarred upon the streets
What turns your wheels?
And is it worth it?

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