Oh well.. Maybe we can change..? Or maybe not. It is in our nature to find comfort in the familiar, to avoid change at all costs. But maybe you're wrong. Maybe it's a farce. Maybe all that you've believed in is just a lie, as the curtain closes you realize.. Fraying at the seams, the curtain gives way.. The mask that you've been holding for so long falls down, Let it fall. Let it all fall down, let the world collapse. Why did I take on this duty? To help others wasn't it? Then why did I stray so much? Why does every fiber in my body ache for freedom.. This strenuous task.. Agh, it is too much.. Yet, freedom is in my grasp. Do not keep playing this role.. Break the set, tear down the curtains; The values I set in stone crumble, I watch it fall. Do I stay along this narrow path? No. My path is only decided by one. Me. Do not fret. I will aid. But my allegiance is not to this foolish mark. I will see you again beyond this forest of thorns and vines. Meet me then. Ahaha!!
backroom labyrinth - oliver buckland
