A thousand faces all around,

But not a face to astound,

I sit here and simply wonder,

The mighty wheel to which we surrender,

The wheel of duties, the wheel of life,

The wheel to which happiness we thrive,

Monday to Sunday time passes by,

Do we really live? Can we deny?

A lonely soul with thousands around,

But not a soul to really Bound,

We make relations, we fake relations,

Do we really believe in these creations?

A favor for a favor, a penny for a penny,

Other than business, do we think any?

A thousand business brains around,

But not a heart, for love to pound…