Life from the Strangest Places…

Until the rains come, I believe I can still wait…

With energy tamed by wisdom through patience,

Its not too far off, no ma’am I can feel you in the distance

Awakening every neighbor within a rocks throw from here,

I await you on this wooden bench that’s been scarred through the middle of it.

A searing jolt of electricity that has shocked the life into this bench, and it knows…

It knows when its master is on the move,

And suddenly I can feel it moving from underneath me

Wobbling about, something appears not right at all!

Benches aren’t supposed to have life, have emotion…

Or are they?

I’m not scared, I’ve seen crazier things before…

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