Treadmill

I'm so distant and so cold

I've lived too long and I'm so old

I've tried so many different ways

I've watched each one of them decay

I can't expound before the ages

While we are leafing through the pages

The office blocks from which we march

The mirrored shades of the patriarch

Caught by streams of constant motion

Most of the workers have no notion

Sitting glued to computer screens

Fingers raised -