He gave every breath daily
To a world—A world of brisk heartbeats
A human thud per terasecond
And within the quantum of technology grace
Hard facts and simple sentences
Typed down each word
To complete the quota

He left his soul behind
No love was aloud
No love was allowed
So, to set the pace—
He kept his world to his own
Versus those whose worlds were with each other

The loneliness turned to rain
Silver scatterings and empty wholes
Water would hold no life
Willows hate. Don't thrive
Connecting the dots without the push of a pen
He loomed in routine but his heartbeat was still there
Mastering the mundane
Walking the earth, not at all running

Words were written on his face
Founding the start of standard
And implying a taste
He could like every photo
Yet hate that person elsewhere
So, he cried
And no tears fell
So, he worked
To pay money for love
Like a fool
Like a tired fool