Carpathia in deus

Cocoons

Cocoons within cocoons

never stirring,

for fear of meeting reality.

Let's go on a ride

where the music is fine

and the wind in our face

puts a chill in our spine.

We'll stumble along

till we learn to walk,

then we'll fly away

from our safe little rock.

We reach new heights

along the way,

this bold new ride

is here to stay.

We see below

cocoons on the shore

washed up memories

of a time before

that kept us hidden

within the womb,

a safe cocoon

that became a tomb.

So on we fly

to we know not where,

the path ahead

is a fun-filled scare.

Cocoons, cocoons

never stirring, never stirring

never, never, never stirring...

cocoons within cocoons

never stirring.

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