The spinning of wheels has been enough
to keep him occupied, keep him tough
But there's no momentum, just the gravel and the spinning

Those who could help him disappear
saying "wish we could, but we'd interfere"
After all, they have their own careers

Look up, look down,
look out somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll

No one gets on a leaky ship
"Associations weaken one's place in history"
he tells himself

He tells himself they're lame and weak
But he only has himself to blame
for being scatterbrained and quarantined

How can one fool one's self so long
How can one hold the dream so tight
he chokes it and provokes a wrong?

Look up, look down,
lookout somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll

He says "Damn the cool-headed and the setters of goals
who can feel no evil, no heat, no cold
And who wouldn't know passion if it swallowed them whole

To whom true love is a left-brain risk
For whom the giving of life is a needless myth
Who cover their graves with monoliths

Cool heads prevail, and we'll become extinct
Mutants too unfit to wish"
That's the fallout of our fingerprints

Look up, look down, lookout somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll

From Satellite Sky
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