Tiny World around The Wrist

We're in tiny world around the wrist,
Where every move leads to counter move
Thousands of piece live in harmony, ticking the needle of history
We're in an eternal machinery

The tiny world around the wrist,
Dividing fate based on what they see fit
Beneath the needles that could only count to twelve,
There lies the wheels and analog schemes
Big wheels are turning lazily
While the tiny ones dash uneasy

Tiny, tiny wheel,
You might been on place where you felt
that you're nothing
"Among billions that have lived, how could a little me mean?"
"How could a mere creature like me will keep the world alive?"
"The world is huge, and my hands are small,"
says you.

Tiny, tiny wheel,
You may thought that you are a forgotten piece of art
A disposable part
Little did you know, you keep the wheels turning
Every sins and actions keep the story moving
Tiny, tiny wheel
You may be small, but your role is equal

(to be continued)