Watch the gears spin,
watch the cogs move the arms of the clock that ticks away the rest of my life. I
want to break away, but I can’t just shatter the things that make me: I don’t
know what will happen. There has to be a way, a way that I can escape this
clockwork circus. All the other dolls, all the other acrobats and musicians,
they aren’t real, and they aren’t good company, either. Where can I go? Where
is the light? I need escape! Dash against the glass tent walls, shatter me! I’m
stuck here! Someone has to find me and let me go! Fly away from the audience
that watches me with marbles for eyes. It is cold, and I feel empty. But I
can’t just give up; that’s not what I was made for. Take me away, let me be,
let me live far away! I can’t stand it anymore! I’ll forget the consequences
when they come, and dive through the swarm into the cool, silent mirror of the
real world. I can’t live here, and a cage is no safe place for a bird. There
are just too many cats around here. Clockwork body, let me go. I can’t stay
with your forever. Everything is peaceful, though, isn’t it? Maybe that’s why I
don’t fit in. I am wild, I am fire, I am a tempest that will break and shatter
this frail glass into millions of pieces! You cannot keep a wildfire in a glass
jar without exploding. But if that is true…why am I kept here? I told you to
let me go! Fire shall burn those who
dare to try and bend its will! Perhaps fire will not set me free, then. I must
find what will! Strong as stone, but that is no match for iron. As free as
water, but even water can be held against its will. I think I might know, now.
I remember the dance that my clockwork self was programed to, and rise on my
toes. Lifting my arms above my head, I will perform this ballet, and then,
unleash the power in my fragile, porcelain chest. Finally, I know. One cannot
keep wind in a jar, just like one cannot trap a summer breeze. Sound will break
this prison, and sound is what I have. Pure, crystalline notes of nothing but
harmony come from me, and I see the walls start to tremble. Jericho fell to the
trumpet, and this prison is nothing compared to my voice. I can see the cracks,
now: my world is shattering!
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