The Wheel

Old pain, why are you here again?
In vain I have fled from where I’ve been— where am I?
Tied to the chariot’s ever-turning wheel
Or high in the shattered tower of burning steel— where am I?
How much more are you willing to take?
Do you think you’ll bend, or will you break?
We try, but we never really go anywhere
Why am I the only one who ever seems to care? What am I?
How much more are you willing to take?
Do you think you’ll bend, or will you break?