Fool’s Paradise

The world keeps spinning round and round
changing with every breath, without a sound
I remain seated like Omphalos at the epicenter of all
I see myself as the be-all and end-all

changing with every breath, without a sound
leaving me unaware of daily accretions
I see myself as the be-all and end-all
power shifts to spokes of spinning wheels

leaving me unaware of daily accretions
The world keeps spinning round and round
power shifts to spokes of spinning wheels
I remain seated like Omphalos at the epicenter of it all


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