Sam

Sometimes it feels like I’m stuck on the grid.

Like Quora. Waiting for Flynn,

To sneak in and rescue me from all of the sin,

Of codes built so deep within.

This system is failing,

But it thinks that it’s prevailing.

When will it stop?

Please make it stop.

Where are you Sam?

I need a friend,

To help me find the sun again.

Where are you Sam?

I need a friend,

To help me bring this darkness to an end.

My dear, it just keeps growing darker every day.

And sometimes I just don’t know how,

How much more I can take.

So Sam please take my hand.

And we’ll go running in the sand where we can be,

Where we can be free.

Where are you Sam?