Eventually, every bed left behind at night
Will fondly embrace the one who rests there
Best bet was to arise at dawn,
Forget past events, they're the minor cause

To impede your next step to strike a chord;
To shed numerous drops of tears
Fuel the rivers; their purity is temporary
Until their destiny is towards the shore

Plenty of fish to be caught; but alas...
Don't fall into their trap of wanting real
When those lost souls, for all their gills
Are embodied by the plastic

I am glad you came back here,
This stage is ours for the taking!

© William Robert Death

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