A souless cog turns,
Along with the other,
Gears,
Never questions why,
Does as its told,
Continues to revolve,
Even as rust sets in,
Making movement improbable,
But,
With a little grease,
Oil,
This tiny gear,
May move,
Freely,
Swiftly,
When a machine breaks,
Many cogs cease to exsist,
Lifeless,
Inaniment,
Cold