he feels the grimy grasp
as god must have given up
nothing seems as fun to him
as it was when he was young
colors have lost their hues
and music has lost its cues
the towers which once were idolized
now don't seem so huge
he would've taken the dive already
had it not been for one question
that plagued the poise of this vagabond
what led to this digression?
but he knew the answer
written in an envelope
and set aflame