Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces
As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server
Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation
Everything was a matter of time, though
Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort
So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him
Being on social media can be so draining
Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues
Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces
Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock
Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that
Leaving it all behind was going to be hard
Everyone knew her name, her story
Giving up everything to save their nation and their world
Eventually losing her left eye and arm in the dragon’s fire
Now she quietly sits in the town square every day and enjoys what sun there is
Determined to let her legacy pass into myth and…
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Risking it all on a forty-footer
And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes
Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed
Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in
Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…
Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…
Supernova hatred exploded from Jim.
The waves of revulsion swept over Andy, knocking him back a step.
Andy worried about what was left of the man who used to be his best friend.
Realizing that now a black hole was where Jim’s heart used to be.
Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch
Obviously because he never left his couch
Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch
Could be churlish and his taste quite louche
He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …
You can’t measure greatness with a ruler they say
And that might be true for most things
Reacting to a fastball and sending it towering the other way
Defines the exception as they measure how far it as it left the…
That time when you were it, yeah remember that time?
All you wanted to do was not be it!
Give your left arm to be it now, wouldn’t you.