Encrypt (Ion) - The Parallel

A punishment from the gods

Sisyphean tasks repeating

I’ll try again, try again

Breathe in the stars, exhale the worthless effort

I live to die another day

Feel the solace

The structure is made up of lacklustre parts

They glisten and speak words that stem from the heart, foundations will crumble

Repetitive motion, repetitive art

The ending nears, but it’s the start that’s infinite

Release me, the constant

I’m formed from the stars

Your words cannot break me

I’ve been here from the start

Violet colours patch the sky

And tell us stories by

The way they shape the clouds

The way we leave our thoughts inside

And I will not pretend

To shift, grow or comprehend

The things I’ll never know

Vicious cycles repeat