Little silver cogs,
They turn and turn and turn.
Working what's inside,
Making the little clock work.
The small hands they move in tandem,
They know where to point and go.
The little cogs they do this all.
Never expecting anything more than a battery change.
Now I'm a little cog,
Of something much greater though.
I'm needed to make society work...
I'm needed to make it go.
Everyone is the same,
We all work to a common goal...
Some of us find it difficult,
And some of us just don't fit together.
But everyone has their place,
Just like time it does replace.
Only the clock we move is earth,
And thanks to us it spins.
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