If your destiny was written in the stars, sold to unreachable fate, how much would it cost you to buy it back? An arm? A leg? A soul?
Or would it cost nothing at all but the simple choice to believe you can change your course?
And is faith enough, to defy the heavens? Am I enough? Or do I need you? Perhaps another or even an army to storm the gates of freedom? Hamsters can't revolt against the hamster wheel.
Recurring, revolving, reliving their fate where the present tastes like yesterday in pursuit for tomorrow.
Round and round, round and round..
Round ...
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..and round.