668 - Neighbor of the Beast

An idle thought.

An idle dream.

An idle promise.

For one who keeps on going, and going.

Always was ticking.

Never saw stopping.

No sense slowing.

Hanging on, one moment at a time.

But never staying.

It's always turning.

Can't stop flowing.

No matter how important the memory is.

Doomed to action.

In one motion.

Never changing direction.

There is no past, or present for it.

Just the here.

Just the moment.

Just the now.

And for once, it would like to let go.

To be free.

To be spontaneous.

To be chaotic.

But that is not to be.

It is damned.

It is blessed.

It is eternal.

When everything else is none but dust,

It shall be.

It always has.

It always will.

Long after the laughter dies.

It remains there.

King of all.

King of none.

Doomed to rule the subjects of death.

Such is fate.

No use complaining.

It's alright, then.

They have always taken it with pride.

Who else could?

Who else would?

Who else should?

For none are suited better than they.

So march on.

So soldier on.

So hike on.

Towards your eventual, earned freedom.

Then, one day

It can rest———