Sunday, July 6, 2014

Gears










There are gears in my turntable, watch and car,
They run things in my life, not god…
I’m a particle in a world of chaos;
In life’s machinery, I’m only a cog.

Some gears tally the minutes,
As others control just our speed…
Gears can grind up a human’s soul,
Feeding another man’s greed.

Muscular gears can move mountains,
Minute ones cause life to begin…
Many mesh well and move perfectly,
And quietly, in a futile spin.



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