"Round they go.."
Round and round and round
they go.
I’m dizy only watching.
Round and round and round
they go.
In circles, never stopping.
Aimlessly stomping
to a meaningless tune.
Absorbed by the chatter
as they wander about.
Spinning and spinning
amongst the same routine.
They have no purpose.
They have no meaning.
So, round
and round
and round
they go.
