The Wheel

You can leave without saying goodbye

you can attribute it all to the wheel

Emotionless turning that brushes us by

Scraping and longing you try not to feel

attachments are only futile insurance

you don't give them a second thought

False environments fuel false endurance

though you value the number of battles you've fought

you can leave with saying goodbye

your image never registered to begin

when slipping, coughing dust, alone then you'll cry

it was you who encouraged the wheel to spin

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