I often wonder with each day,
will things change, or stay the same.
I often wonder with each night,
will things change, I hope they might.
Around and round and round we go,
but where were going, do we know?
We go so fast along our way,
we miss most things in our day.
So now I ask, for this I must,
before the day I turn to dust.
Do you know just who you are?
If so, you belong here on FUBAR
