Spindle

I am being chased yet I awoke at night from the dream I traced It is still early to rise this tranquil aria I aimlessly offer to someone afar to someone whose name I know not when the opportune moment to escape arrives gone, the desire to leave that thrives the spindle keeps moving a rotation I have grown accustomed to the spindle keeps singing weaving the story of what I must do I am being chased yet my dreams are continuously being erased