Knomad Films°

Round and round we toil,

Hoping to see the night.

Everything we have I tend to spoil.

One was a promise, my heart’s recoil,

No action on a plan without sight.

Round and round we toil.

Another made my blood boil

But on green I lost the power to fight.

Everything we have I tend to spoil.

That one did not parboil,

It lingered in steam out of spite.

Round and round we toil.

Now I sow a seed, deep in the soil,

My last chance, with all my might.

But everything we have I tend to spoil.

A violent agitation, my life’s turmoil,

To dream and wander, perhaps my plight.

Round and round we toil,

Everything we have I tend to spoil.