Philosophical

It is the fact that it is pointless 
That gives it any meaning at all 
You walk outside thinking of the dying 
Internalize how we are all the same 
 
But I want you to look at it turning 
It is the one thing we can not deny 
It is in motion 
Watch its axiomatic yearning 
 
This is an oxymoron 
Though you can not deny its completion 
It has no choice but to resolve 
And that it does with insistence 
 
One gear turning in the great machine 
For some time 
My cogs are sharp and in-line 
Come to unravel 
 
All of us go 
Looking back you can see it now 
You took part in the way of being there 
To get it here

In the way of being