It's oddly quiet in there today
Normally they're up wreaking havoc by now
Gears in full motion
What's really going on
What am I saying
Am I really questioning it
Who doesn't enjoy the inner stillness
That breath of fresh air
The wheels aren't constantly turning
Things that matter, those that don't
Cares and fears-all silent
The wheels aren't constantly turning
The rage, often wanting to burst
Quiet
Have the little people deserted me
Should I be worried
Happy
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
It's oddly quiet in there today
Normally they're up wreaking havoc by now
Gears in full motion
What's really going on
What am I saying
Am I really questioning it
Who doesn't enjoy the inner stillness
That breath of fresh air
The wheels aren't constantly turning
Things that matter, those that don't
Cares and fears-all silent
The wheels aren't constantly turning
The rage, often wanting to burst
Quiet
Have the little people deserted me
Should I be worried
Happy
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