Walking down these streets sidewalks made of bricks. Street lamps burning out when I pass beside it. Approach my beaten car and rig it once again. It gets me from point a to b, I call it "Broken In". The dinge and dirt builds character just like an elder man. I’ll treat these things with care and ease until they kick the can. Life is fragile. I promise it will break. So take some care, breathe open air and spend the nights awake. He never missed anything on his favorite time of night when the sun would start to rise and the dusk was struck with light. He thought it looked so different, but no one could agree ‘cause no one had the guts to peak ‘cause they were all asleep. "Wake up" he'd say. They wouldn't listen. The dreams were more important. "Your missing it", "I'm all alone". His happiness now absent." My night was once golden and now its sunken brown", so he packed his things, floated up and left that rigid town.
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