Fear
← BackFeb 2026
i spin,
straw into gold,
alive in fear,
i toil and tear.
i spin fast,
i go straight,
without stop,
i never drop.
it's done in time,
but i see no change.
why's it the same,
what is this game?
the gold is straw,
and the straw is gold.
i let myself forget,
i had it from the get.
fear rises again,
itching me to spin.
i fight to remember,
i am no spinner.
the gold is here,
there is nothing to fear.
with spells all around,
to forge rings and crowns.