A room full of shadows, lost to naked walls.
Silent, lonely dancers--filling faceless, empty stalls.

Endless nothingness -- "Forever Free"
or the captives of tomorrow, by the whims of destiny.

The wheel turns freely, if carried only by the tide,
and the passengers stand watching, when all the crew have died.

It is a precarious world, with curtains drawn;
forever dark and nescient – knowledgeless of dawn.

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