The drop trickling down
an old rut, hidden undera thick brush and worn-out
leather; a man at large.
Oh, you've grown up;
ready to sin, ready to win.
And this water,
yeah; it's his heart weeping,
for he was still taking a
noon nap after mama's lunch,
when the world did many a Mach.
The sonic boom afterthought,
shook him back to reality;
tears ain't virtual anymore.
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