The wheel grinds its monotony
I watch it turn and my mind wakes
Just another perfect day
In this world of grey
As the years pass
My mind brakes
In time we learn
To be a part of the system
In time we try
To somehow remain the same
In time we see
That technology must progress
In time we find
Where always searching for something new
In the modern world we must produce
And in order to produce we must better ourselves
And to survive we must create
And in order to create we must first touch perfection
Open your mind