My life is always moving.
Years go on and on but nothing stays the same.
As I roll on, I grow older and older. What do I do?
Keep rolling down the same hill
I turn to a new way,
to find a new downhill.
One that never ends,
So I turn to my right and I stop in a valley of wheels.
This is not the end I think.
So I find a way to keep moving.
I jump but I am a wheel.
How does this work?
I am rolling down the valley of lost wheels
but I am not lost.
I am free.