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... "
©shadownik
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