Listening to ancient souls speak
Their voices carry upon the winds
The wheel is constantly turning
as time weighs heavy on our souls
Visions form, through these eyes
Rats scurry down crowded streets
Busy, never taking time to smile
Caught in a maze with no direction
Must move forward, Must press on!
We must obtain the golden scepter
Kill another, betray your brother
For we must all be kings for a day
Plant the seeds of greed
Abandon the little children
Wage a war never to be won
All to please the desires of self
Inside my mind, the voices grow loud
What is our purpose, what path do we travel
Shall we always be doomed to run in circles
and scurry down crowded streets
Listening to ancient souls speak
Their voices crying to be heard
The wheel is constantly turning
as these thoughts weigh heavy on my soul
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