The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.

They run in circles
But never ask why.
They've become brittle
Over time.

And if they paused,
At least just to breathe.
Maybe death's claws,
Wouldn't be a thief.

Of the time they wasted
Chasing their tails.
Have they tasted
The wind at sail?

The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.