You can catch him wandering the rivulets of love
Cantankerously giving up himself to meek passion,
For some sort of joy, for some sort of hope.
You can catch him legally blind sitting in the golden sun
willing to give up his only hope for success, for freedom.
It's everything he needs;
so while he stands on the abyss of artificial existence
waiting for another acquaintance,
he falls far away
From his array of a couple thousand dreams.
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