The hamsters are on the wheels again the worms wait underground for your presence to be felt. When our foul ends are rendered to the ground a foul scenario of lifes passage a conscious state drove us
from cradle to grave all illusory, as we went along like a breeze becoming a wind.
It drove many ways many rites of passage, acknowledged a respectful taxpayer, you were and the car you once drove in part of the hamsters wheel , onto lemmings way you drove alas the motor is still in the garage
but you’ll never drive it again .