Drums
Beats
Measures of the sorrows of a pre-fallen world
Life then will seem grand
Oh, that I
could
Visit there, be it even in my dreams.
One age, one woman, one bottle of cheap Pepsi Cola.
Time no longer stands still
As I must fall into the confines of work.
Days.
Hours.
Minutes.
No second chance to flee this lobotomy.
Honor discarded.

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