A Man Driving In a Circle
A man bought a used car on the way home
Paid only two hundred dollars for a Chevrolet
Happily driving the road toward his home
Could be happy but the realization came too late
Facing many one way streets and dead ends
Being forced to make detours, finally he’s lost
This pitiful lost man hopelessly contemplates
A philosophical question, Why am I here?
Driving in circles, a man separated from his origin
He keeps unhappily driving around in circles
He keeps asking the question like a moron
Life is a merry-go-round turning in circles
The man passed his house hidden from view
No sense of direction, that is what he inherited
Trying to recognize what he sees and hears
He keeps driving and asking when will it end?
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