The flint, click, sparks. sending heat through the dark, warming the park with light from the shards. Energy waves, lie down and pave, a road of misery, throughout your life history. While you contemplate in the night, thinking life is just right, the emotion you feel, has got your by the heel. The grounds pure cement, pulling you in with torment, feeling its wrath on your final decent, as you receive your final present. Death is the gift, your mind seems to shift, your soul seems to lift, as your ego is destroyed. Your left in a void unable to avoid the life you could not enjoy as you see it as a decoy.