Repair to repair we mend.
Broken down we begin to be built up yet
Again and again and again
We Crumble.
We race and bustle about for constant cycles
Grasp and wrestle time yet
Around and around and around
We Bumble.
The Busiest of bees transparent to each other
A mystery without the magic we falter
Love is artificial. Placed in bars we search in profiles
Constantly connected without connection
Based on superficial affections
Stuck in an iron cage the music plays the sorrows of
The carousel of modern life
Around we go Around Again in circles
Playing the same game
Over and over
It never ends.
So let the games begin!  
The Constant carousel of crumble and mend.