Fear

i spin, straw into gold, alive in fear, i toil and tear.

i spin fast, i go straight, without stop, i never drop.

it's done in time, but i see no change. why's it the same, what is this game?

the gold is straw, and the straw is gold. i let myself forget, i had it from the get.

fear rises again, itching me to spin. i fight to remember, i am no spinner.

the gold is here, there is nothing to fear. with spells all around, to forge rings and crowns.