The Wheel of the World

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She used to be a dreamer
One that twirled in the open,
Sun-setting sky.
Reach for the stars, they commanded.
But now she can feel those vintage
Hopes blur and dwindle in
The constant repetition of
Her droning life, with soundless
Music and colorless blood.
The girl she once knew was
Disappearing before her eyes.
Tick Tock, Move forward, backward,
Repeat. Beats of her lifeless
Waltz end with a final crescendo.
Her dreams flee from her
Cold mind to a new doll
In a violet tutu.
Dream, they tell her.
The never-escaping cycle continues.