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  • shadownik 40w

    The Swirls

    In the quest for something
    Into the swirls of nothing
    That turn the world round and round
    By the turning cogs within the mind

    You are pulled in, fallin' to the bottom
    Falling, Fallin' until you see no bottom
    Finally lost, in an unmoving space and time
    Living the life of a very real mime

    And here it is that you wait, for that silver belled voice
    Or that gilded golden hand that gives you a choice
    "Will you please hold on to me, my friend"
    "Trust me and I'll free you from the nothingness... "