Cogs, machines, rebellion, destiny etc....
A cog in a wheel, thats a cog in another.
Too small to be seen; too insignificant to matter ?
But it looks upwards, and inwards, and manages to say
'I want to be that mighty entity that the wheels serve one day.'
The future is so alluring but forbidding, shining like molten lava as it melts and burns.
One day, that day, someday......Are these synonyms for 'never' ? Does its luck ever turn ?
Luck is another thing that the cog thinks about a lot.
But at times, like now, it decides to ignore luck and gives its own dreams a shot.
This oscillation between motivation and disillusionment is torturous.
Little Cog knows not what to believe in- those dreams uplifting or those doubts so monstrous.
Heart of heart, it knows its significance.
Without its little presence, the mighty machine wouldn't function.
But that being said, little cog craves acknowledgemnt and recognition.
And thus it awaits its golden hour in anticipation.
When it finally decides to upset the machine by moving out.
Alone in that foreboding milieu, awaiting its turn. That would be a time of introspection, loneliness and even more doubt.
And when finally, its turn does arrive, little cog knows it'll be a trial by fire.
It would be so much like the future little cog had imagined
Molten lava melting, burning, and moulding.
That great test would forge and harden it, it hopes.
As it realizes the destiny that it believed in most.
But for now, it sits embedded in that machine, deep in introspection.
Oscillating between motivation and disillusionment torturous.
Little cog knows not what to believe, his dreams uplifting or those doubts so monstrous.
Too small to be seen; too insignificant to matter ?
But it looks upwards, and inwards, and manages to say
'I want to be that mighty entity that the wheels serve one day.'
The future is so alluring but forbidding, shining like molten lava as it melts and burns.
One day, that day, someday......Are these synonyms for 'never' ? Does its luck ever turn ?
Luck is another thing that the cog thinks about a lot.
But at times, like now, it decides to ignore luck and gives its own dreams a shot.
This oscillation between motivation and disillusionment is torturous.
Little Cog knows not what to believe in- those dreams uplifting or those doubts so monstrous.
Heart of heart, it knows its significance.
Without its little presence, the mighty machine wouldn't function.
But that being said, little cog craves acknowledgemnt and recognition.
And thus it awaits its golden hour in anticipation.
When it finally decides to upset the machine by moving out.
Alone in that foreboding milieu, awaiting its turn. That would be a time of introspection, loneliness and even more doubt.
And when finally, its turn does arrive, little cog knows it'll be a trial by fire.
It would be so much like the future little cog had imagined
Molten lava melting, burning, and moulding.
That great test would forge and harden it, it hopes.
As it realizes the destiny that it believed in most.
But for now, it sits embedded in that machine, deep in introspection.
Oscillating between motivation and disillusionment torturous.
Little cog knows not what to believe, his dreams uplifting or those doubts so monstrous.
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