Note from the Author: Would you look at that...another Cowboy Bebop poem in the same day. Am I on some kind of roll, or something? Well I hope the roll doesn't mean my work is "low-class" or anything...Hope you all like this one!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, no matter how much I may want to.


Break out

I'm crashing down

Walking backwards

To find my way out

There's nothing left

For me to see

But what's left behind

No, there's nothing

In front of me

It's broken

This token

I've cherished for oh so long

This memory

No longer clear to see

Broke down when I went down

Yeah, and I've given up

I was never holding up

I'd fall but I wouldn't stand back up

Still sick of this game

This day, this rain

Can we all just make it stop?

Now break down

I'm crashing now

Falling in and out

Of a nonexistent crowd

Waiting for the moment

I can step back and say

All this torment will

Eventually make

Things a little better

When I've found a future

Falling downwards

Crashing outwards

Walking backwards

Away from this