Fields go flying by Cows grazing go by I do not once move my eyes from them They seem to be going away from me Move, they do not want to from me Leave them I do not want to Yet the bus goes on No time to wait have I No time to think have I Fields come and fields go Cows come and cows go. People go on.
No one knows why Everyone just goes on Where to? No one knows Why in this hurry? Why not wait and watch? The end is the same, no matter where you go... Yet competing and fighting to be first is everyone Why?