Circles.
Never ending
Round and round
They go.

Faster
and faster still.
They spin
and don't stop.


Life.
Is like a box
of chocolates.
Or is it?

Personally,
I don't really
like chocolate.
But I don't mind life.


Trains
Sitting unused
in a junkyard,
there for life.

Railroad
tracks, exempt,
never again feeling
a train on its back.


Sugar.
Seems so good
doesn't it?
Til it kills you.

Things
that you don't know
can kill you.
Remember?


Summer.
Long and boring.
Too much sun
not enough to do.

Time.
Runs out
All too quickly.
Are we ready?


Love.
Why bother
you know as well as I
That it won't work.

Hearts.
Forever broken
lying on the tracks
abandoned by trains.


Rope.
Tying you down
breaks suddenly,
and you're free.

Run!
But do you?
No, you've been here
far too long.


Life.
Too short
to do anything
so why try?

Yet
Why end it sooner,
it's just a waste
of time.


Circles.
Lead us back
to the beginning,
where we started.

Faster
and faster still.
They spin
and don't stop.