Bound To Decay

wondering beneath the gray

im dreaming, day by day

so fragile as if its made of clay

just like a wet cat, its stray

“hey, stack it under the ray”

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“so they can see the display”

oh mom i still want to play

but forced to buy another day

thought i was just born yesterday

then why have i gone astray

condemned to bloom anyway

though im bound to decay

-starbee