Many balls of light
many strings attached the source
they grow forward
self generating forms
spinning twitching
to the beat of existence
marching down the shores of consciousness
with confusion and fear
the void layed out
before the feet of a wanderer
stop
listen to the sounds
if all of us are lost
then we are all found
Now You Know by Goblynn
Goblynn's new music, birthed from the woes of the world and hope that is inherent in all of us.
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