I see a house far in the woods
The darkness shows its color well
It sits amidst the protective trees
Staring at the mountain side, gives a laugh and cries
Look at you, oh ancient one, forced to see the end of worlds, without a destiny, no perks, no pay… What a meaningless existence I say.
The king of rocks, tilts and smiles,
A thousand yous, have come and gone, till the end of time I shall stay strong,
You say a meaningless existence I have, but look at you, oh being of perks and pay, your existence is built upon my day
Your colors are what I provide, you sing the songs of my children of flight.
Any moment I see fit, you shall return to my cradle, I shall create a new you, to go with my eternal day
All that remains is suffice, a being of bricks and a being of rocks, isn’t that the story called life?
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