In wheel:

Sunshine, sunshine through a wall.
Green trees, corn by the road..
People, people in moving cages.
Here I frenzy within mine.
This glass, this glass-touch-touch!
Ah, they're laughing outside, eyes fixed on my desperation.
Yet there is sun, more in my brother, can he not see the supremacy we statue?
More trees, shadow there, old woman with bad feets, crying baby - sob, sob, sob. Argh, is it never enough??
I cry myself, to the moon which I hope understand me when I compare our destinies.
"When will she come", both of us thinks, and then we despair together.
Together. Union.
Roar of raindrops on the roof, rising headache when they all tap - in deliberate non-symmetric chaos.
Argh, my jaws are locked, instincts from way behind prepare me for battle. Fighting.
Then, at last, we all enjoy the embracement of bony hands. The grimmest of all you reapers will come at last.
At last and at the beginning. Together. Union.
And then I cry again...