The path on which the wheels rotate

The path on which the wheels rotate

Like orphans everywhere you cross

Oriental garden lizards lie dead

Occasionally squirrels also become refugees

Are beaten without support

Like a painting drawn in the middle of the road

Dead traces of snakes also catch the eye

The board that reads Accident Area

Passing unread

With dogs and sheep

And men who pass by the educated

They get accidental beaten up from time to time

An occasional tragic death

Although the speed is limited for a few days

Speed ​​up as soon as possible

Born wheels to rotate faster

Each and every wheel will kill

The person suffers from insomnia thinking of lives

Who first discovered the idea of wheels

Even if you go without

That someone else must have invented and become

Provide permanent sleep to the sleep deprived

God throws the command wheel at the neck

As the path of ethics and morals are soaked in blood

The ones that get in the way of spinning

Wheels that cannot be defended

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