I am waiting.

I am waiting here as the world turns.

Round and round and round and round again.

The same melody, repeating forever.

Deafening noise.

Forever tormenting me.

Why does it not leave?
This cursed melody?

Round and round the world turns.

Oblivious, all are oblivious to the sound of it.

How I wish to be counted among those blessed masses...

Who cannot hear the cursed song.

Round and round and round and round again.

Throughout Eternity

Throughout all time.

Round and round and round and round again.

Incessant.

Unending.

Undying torments of the undying soul.

Round...

I watch as people pass.

And round...

They go about their day with purpose, with peace.

And round again.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

Shall we start again?
Surely you can hear it by now.

Each and every day.

The sound of the souls of Man, fading away.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

Each and every day.

Souls fading away.

Each and every day.

Round and round and round again.

Waiting for an end that will never come.

I never make a sound.

Sitting here as the world goes round...

1,

I live here in this mockery of life.

2,

Watching a man and his wife.

3.

Every day the same.

Round and round and round again.

Endlessly repeating

Endlessly unending

The world goes round.

Man rises from bed.

He places a hat upon his head.

To the place of his business he goes.

Once done, back to home.

Back to home, back to wife, back to bed.

Repeat until dead.

1, 2, 3.

Round and Round and Round again.

The melody goes on and on and on again.

Life is not cruel.

Life is perfectly fair.

We deserve this cursed song and dance.

Danced and played exactly the same, around the world, all the same.

A child is born, rejoice and be merry!

A man is dead, go forth to mourn and comfort.

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round again we go.

Unchanging.

Unending

Endless.

1, 2. 3.

Round and round and round we go.

I don't get the chance to say this very often here.

EVERYTHING ON THIS PAGE IS MINE!!!

This is still sort of a fanfic though because I was inspired by "Majora's Mask" to create this poem.

I wrote this after listening to the windmill/Song of Storms for more that two straight hours.

I suggest listening to it as you read this and think about "Majora's Mask" as you read this.

Technically speaking this could then be referred to as a songfic for the Windmill song.

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