watched old light fall out of the sky

as smoke parted my lungs

my body feels weak, my mind is petite

and I want to know, how come

tried all night to question a god

what I heard was a lark

I got no home, I’m digital prone

and my mom says I'm real smart

for facsimile's sake I remember the wake

again and again I fall short

not like it's hard to play all my cards

the river is where I’ll abort