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Wind me up, to watch we fall.

Possession

I'm the toy of a twisted reality, a possession to idle cruelty, what will I have, is a passing dream.

I'm wound up, and let walk on my own, but the energy fades, and I stand still.

But never get to rest, just wound again, and again, forced down short paths.

There's some game to play, but the rules are unknown, if I get ahead, I'm placed at the back.

And if I find rest, my legs keep walking, going nowhere, until the power drains.

Monotonous and slow, I could change, but my parts grow old, and the scene persists.

New toys come with bright colour, a fuller charge, it could make me smile, but my power has drained.

Wind me up, to see what I can't have, Wind me up, to stumble and fall.

I'm the toy of a twisted reality, a possession to cruelty, what will I have, finds only sorrow.

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