So much on his plate,
He forgot to eat
Told about the telltale technology,
Thus his mind became busy
He had to reverse some things,
Reengineer his way of being
Doesn't want the new life to become death,
Only that April may bring the right kind of parade
Adrift in a world 'cannot' can't last,
Senselessness past,
Awaiting new arrivals
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