A cinematic story unfolds...
There's unparalleled inversion here,
And in the parting mist he stands,
Awaiting a savior to fix him,
And keep him from his past,
But alas, he is frozen in time,
And the screen folds under pressure,
And suddenly, the monitor blinks,
Foretelling a journey to faraway lands,
So then the sun rises and shines,
And he pauses and remembers,
A detrimental fortune he once had,
Of an oasis that broke like glass,
But at last, he traveled far and wide,
To worlds never seen before,
And he found himself lost in the feeling,
Of floating over burning paradises,
Glitches occur and channels switch,
And he is fading away,
For what is lost is never found,
And condemned to smoke,
He was so into himself,
Ignoring all not by choice, but by fear,
But his preference to be locked in a vault,
Presided over his will to live,
And now he was gone,
And it was his fault,
That his adventure was ruined,
By a lack of courage and trust,
He was rendered to dust,
And with my last breath, I say,
May he live forever,
In the pyrotechnic storms of the sky.
