A rolling tragedy
Builds and builds
Urged forth by momentum
In a troublesome wisp

Every ounce of worth
I could attain
Is crushed without mercy
In each rustic day swept by

I am the caricature
Of rolling tragedy
With confident footsteps
That lead nowhere

Comfort wields me
For its idle time bidding
For a fiendish lot
Stocked with chaos and strife

The shock explodes
Then tragedy speeds on
Unfazed by his trail of flame
The lives consumed
By his careless path

I am crushed beneath
The wheeling horror
Doomed to its whim
Of mindless rolling