A Gloomy Outlook On Life

A fine wheel going round and round
Spinning through space
No progress is ever made
Nothing is ever completed
A false mindset
That we're being productive
And we're always hoping for something
That will change everything
How people think
A life that will matter
But the wheel just turns and turns
Until kerosene is poured
Fire spits and flames erupt
All that's left is the black ashes
And the tears spilt