All wheels in motion
you race for the kill
to corner and close
before someone else will
so you plot and you plunder
you swindle and steal
with never a moment
to wonder
can this be real
You buy low you sell high
to profit and grow
you climb and you dampen
those squeaks from below
as you trample asunder
and conquer and fight
with never a moment
to wonder
can this be right
chased by the lightning
behind you
hiding the truth it
may find you
shake from the thunder
and shiver and cry
for one fleeting moment
you wonder
if you will die
Then when the last
of the seasons has fled
when rivers and mountains
and forests are dead
and a brown fishless sea under
dark birdless sky
says money can't feed you
why wonder
that you will die
No dark is too deep
and no night is too long
to serve as a prison
where creatures
like you belong
