Circle के बोल

The life works in cycles We do stuff every time We repeat too much dreaming about moving on We are little pieces From a machine Built to spin around In endless circles Something Keeps us alive From time to time Forget something to remember As a way to disintegrate What do you think about The colors of these clothes? Did it change your life or Is it a waste of time? What do you think about Do something that matters? Like laying until midnight Or until the sun rise?