Factory

2017-12-02 jpweidemoyer

Mr. Wonka,

This will be my last message to you. You see, the factory has finally shut it’s doors. I’m sorry that I didn’t take care of it like you asked of me. However, I do feel like it was unfair of what was asked of me to begin with. There were many qualities that I simply did not possess, and would’ve taken years of expertise to perfect otherwise. I did the best that I could, but that simply wasn’t enough. The fact is though, that the factory itself has nearly sunken with the ship, and we need to climb aboard together in order to bury it in the canal, in order to escape. The only other way out is simply going back in time…

*Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way
Faster faster, faster faster

There’s no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There’s no knowing where we’re rowing

Or which way the river’s flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing

Is a hurricane a-blowing

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Are the fires of Hell a-glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing