Tiny Mode A dance of chaos, beauty’s sway, Spinning on through night and day. Guiding hands, shifting turns, A precipice, where spirit burns. Images flash, a tale untold, Machines and dreams in glimmering gold. A city blooms, wide and strange, A giant’s gaze, a world to change. Tiny mode, a world within, Where giants laugh, and tales begin. Lifted high, then let to fall, In her hands, I’m part of all. A voice that echoes, clear and near, Grasped by hands that calm the fear. She bends to meet me, then we glide, Rolling through the moonlit tide. Why this dance, this endless game? The stars respond, but not the same. A button pressed, a secret shown, Her laughter lights the great unknown. Tiny mode, a world within, Where giants laugh, and tales begin. Lifted high, then let to fall, In her hands, I’m part of all. "Why keep me this small?" She raised her arm, the button shown, "Tiny mode... I couldn’t let them know." Tiny mode, a fleeting spark, Through grassy hills and waters dark. We crash, we rise, we dream, we stand, The key slips through the sand. The figure waits beside the road, A key to secrets yet untold Tiny mode, a whispered breath, A life that lingers, free from death.
Tiny Mode
A dance of chaos, beauty’s sway,
Spinning on through night and day.
Guiding hands, shifting turns,
A precipice, where spirit burns.
Images flash, a tale untold,
Machines and dreams in glimmering gold.
A city blooms, wide and strange,
A giant’s gaze, a world to change.
Tiny mode, a world within,
Where giants laugh, and tales begin.
Lifted high, then let to fall,
In her hands, I’m part of all.
A voice that echoes, clear and near,
Grasped by hands that calm the fear.
She bends to meet me, then we glide,
Rolling through the moonlit tide.
Why this dance, this endless game?
The stars respond, but not the same.
A button pressed, a secret shown,
Her laughter lights the great unknown.
Tiny mode, a world within,
Where giants laugh, and tales begin.
Lifted high, then let to fall,
In her hands, I’m part of all.
"Why keep me this small?"
She raised her arm, the button shown,
"Tiny mode... I couldn’t let them know."
Tiny mode, a fleeting spark,
Through grassy hills and waters dark.
We crash, we rise, we dream, we stand,
The key slips through the sand.
The figure waits beside the road,
A key to secrets yet untold
Tiny mode, a whispered breath,
A life that lingers, free from death.