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He asks himself 'what should I do?
If I do not do something, surely death will come for me.'
He can walk for miles and miles, never finding a city or soul
He can try and make a home
Sustain himself for many years
As boredom grows he wishes his old friend would come for a visit
But why wait
Seems to be the only comforting thought
'Why, what a silly thought.' thought the man
'When your lights are on, it should be a show;
a play to entertain, with you in the front row seat.
Not a tragedy with your family to bear witness.
A silhouette does not turn
It motions, checking with a friend
And in this corner
In this lonely corner
A man waits
That's It.
You've Seen Everything.
Now Go Outside.
To see how vast the sky is
~Tsugumi