Rotating the needles of time

The bells of the past to chime

Gears wish that they were experiences

Grinding to level up their thoughts

And one day connects all the dots

Gears wish that they were the missing puzzle pieces

Completing the big picture of life

Though dreams supposed to be rife

The system moves like a giant wheel

Each one affects the way they feel

In solitude, they stood helplessly

In their place, they spun eternally

Gears wish that they were humans

Living the dreams in the palm of their hands

Moving the broken ones throughout the lands

a missing contraption,

Andri Kurniawan