I know
The mechanics
Of this world
And they are
Ruthless
Robotical
These things
We have learnt
To call 
Feelings
Go unnoticed
The machine 
Rumbles on
Always
Forever
There is always
A spanner 
Some oil
To make sure
That the cogs
Keep on turning
Because 
They always will
Wether you
Stand up
Fall down
Dream
Or don't 
This world ticks on
And always will
And the dead
They lay silent
And the new borns
They cry
Regardless 
Of all
Of us