The light of day has dawned at last.
I saw the midnight sky and it told me,
Then I saw that fork upon the road of night.
I dont have time to traverse its way,
when all the nights of no slumber,
nights of weariness of this soul,
on a vcr that flutters,
and its remote always losing,
only the wind beneath the cover
does give a sensation of gratifying images
Then of that entertainment where all controllers
are dead on arrival of its battery at the precise time of 2,
contemplate me now a memory of then.
If I were you and not me,
I want to stay stupid,
than to be intelligent
and being compared
I’d wanna stay mobile
in some garden or two,
to know I can grow,
To be in character than be indoors,
So yes please,
hand me over a real book or a magazine,
but if you give me that controller
sorry I’d stay the week or so.
Just to level my Barbarian in Diablo.