Why ain't you thinking about your fuuuuutuuuuuure, Lucaaaaaaas?
You gotta start applying yourself, Lucaaaaaaaaaaas...!
...Puh.
Folks sure cared a lot about shit like the future, considering it weren't real. "You're gonna make history someday with that brain of yours, Lucaaaaaaaas," his ass. History didn't even get to belong to the person who made it.
Nothing did.
...Nnnnahhhh, he just wanted out.
The now was the one thing always too close to you for someone else to grab away 'fore you could take it and run.
And sat with it and other toys in the attic - locked in a magpie's nest.
July 9th. "History".
