1900
1
A leave of absence invites me to do it all over again,
Under the covers of sleeping tainted by the light within,
Authorized to burglar the house down the street,
The system to incarcerate the alarm of the feet,
Examining the time left to the right of the wall,
A calculated brain plot to disservice them to fall,
Unfortunately, someone is remaining in the house,
Too close to know what he is thinking about,
The surface reappears from the heat to slide in,
The single most astonishing short that I can time him,
Hold up, a call that purge is coming back,
Foolish it is to think he can drive home in time with the pack.
