The more you run, the more you fall.
Twisting, spiraling,
(like the pencil that directs you)
And you don't even realize that the stairs never change.
For you're too lost in the feeling of remembrance.
(or is it forgetting?)
The more you climb, the more you descend.
Is there no end?
To this pitiful excuse they call a game?
They think you're too stupid
To realize things aren't the same.
But eventually we see
That the more we run, the more we fall.
And it's your fault,
For being so trusting.
(trust in the girl that you can't even remember)
The mere thought of it is completely disgusting.
We're running down (up?) a road of lies
And we're falling up (down?) into their hands.
And soon enough, we'll be their puppets.
And it'll serve us right.
For we didn't notice, and we didn't see.
We didn't see through the illusion of this all.
The more you ran, the more you fall.
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This drabble is about Castle Oblivion, and how the more they (Sora/Goofy/Donald and Riku) continued upwards, the more they were losing all along.