The world keeps on spinning.  I'm getting dizzy.  I go around and around and around and around and around and I don't know how much longer I can go.  I've never known the life of the stationary.  The life of the standstills.  I wasn't given a choice though, if I had a choice I would have been a screw or something.  My head hurts a lot right now.  We've been going around for 20 minutes, and I feel the top of my head being worn down.  Rubbed out.  My brothers and sisters all stand with me, going around and screaming everytime we get smashed.  A million times I have traveled this route, and a million more to come, until I'm a shell of what I was.  Destroyed by effort itself, wittled to the point of not having a point any longer.

I'm replaceable, but are my future brothers and sisters doomed to the same fate?