Mobius Waltz (Demo)
Born of a snowflake
What new form will I take?
Must we shift our shape
as pressure fluctuates?
Are we the product of stardust and fallout
gravity wells from which there’s no way out?
Selecting memories from a silver platter
Thoughts are woven in the fabric of matter
Silent collisions, destructive decisions
Nothing is random in ripples and patterns
Our planet’s a circle but it rolls on a grid
a one-sided shape in a jar with no lid
Steering our ship down the Mobius strip
through whirlpools past icebergs task masters crack whips
A one-way dead-end is by no means a curse
All is in motion / The last become first…