I once dreamed of a blue sun that shone upon muddy streets, as drones policed the abandoned buildings of a fallen society.

Today, i saw a drone in the rain, while a blind man begged for change, and this strange feeling from the way the light shone.

I don't know what the future holds, but know that the people are cold, and getting colder, and i'm getting older, so i'm folding, and buying another gun.