The Tide

Accept your fate homie, the night sky is here, what do we have to fear, the moonlight shines down, but I miss my prison, how will I function, if I'm not told what to do, do you want to eat, no, I'm not in the mood, the floorboards are creaking, no, don’t let me in, just eat it, I don’t care, I like being dead, may the gears turn, and may I do my job, a tool, a machine, I just want to go, but I could have it, is it flooding?

Scales

A man needs rest, I just want to play on easy mode, but difficult problems, fighting golems, it excites me, we need something, to keep the mind functioning, if it’s not exercised, it could get rusty, what am I doing, why am I here, I need space to live, the world and reality echoing, I serve the heavens, my boss is calling.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Boss

Where is the limitation, do I have power and money, why do I feel so much freedom, I honestly miss my prison, just wait for it homie, the spirit and energy are still flowing, when spring comes, you may not know where to look, everything at once, summer, than you’re just humping, bumping to the music, and dancing, it’s nature, the bird and the bees, the sunshine, flowers, faeries and dragons, should I keep going, ding, ding, sing a song, the doorbell, your phone ringing, onions and layers, knock, knock, don’t let him in!

Cookies

Nature, the way I move, the decisions we make, deciding the future, our freedom, placed in a story, within a scope, within a world, within a universe, diced onion, and the cookie crumbled, work, work, work, the order of the heavens, what comes first, the lesson plan, the action, and the direction, where are we going, I'm not in charge, but the heavens could have a plan.