Dwindling the time
The boy procrastinates in pixels
Assured that he will earn a dime
His grey matter sells like crystals
Armed with numbers and words to sway
The boy asserts the grades with magnificent grace
Ready for work, he enters the fray
A pace to lead a trace, his grey matter shall be his ace
None to rival and zero to come
The boy's place is in a magnanimous database
Not a care about an income
His grey matter belongs to our workplace
The greys become blacks with time
Like a wine, their value increases but their bodies age
He is no longer in his prime
It's time to save and upload. A wire change
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
