When you’re spinning round
Just spinning round
In your wheel
The earth and the sky
Become one grey blur
When you’re spinning around
In your treadmill
You have no time
To stop and look
You work so, so hard
In your little treadmill
Forgetful of the cage
That you live in
Until when a red sunset
Sat above the mountains
Its swords were dipped ion blood
It cut through the bars of your cage
And you ran off into the night alive
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Beautifully penned!
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Thank you I’m glad you like it.
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I think this makes such a great story, cage-breakthrough-night, which could be told with oppression-mania-emptiness. Im thinking of a new story, which I need for whats next, about a character going through this process, with an unbalanced mind, overlydramatic, being scared and in rage at the mere sight of pain.
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Thanks again hope your storytelling goes well
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Listened to your music the mother tune, its like movie theme music. A not to be underestimated talent.
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Thanks 🙂 It was done with an app for my nintendo 2ds, so it doesnt feel good making the songs. I plan to get a keyboard next year 😀
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