The Engine

Everyone leaves. They all come back.
The engine roars and stays on track.
An endless cyle on a broken wheel.
Losing touch with is real.
No turning back.

Start, Stop, Repeat.
No end in sight.
The sun rises but there is no light.
Each new day just like the last.
The future fades into the past.
A race you run around a track
With each step forward bringing you back.
Habits formed, hard to break.
The life you live is the life you make.

Im no pwan,
And I wont play this game
The end result is always the same.
Break the cycle make my own way.
Tomorrow can be a better day.
Break the cycle.
No turning back.
Always moving, always growing, always looking ahead.