we put out our fears then roll and slip the dice looking at each other's eyes I chose you you held out your hand and maybe wait for it a moment a smile and the resignation broken doors that can't quite close guilt without contrition unable to see past those shoulders I follow my friend I follow him downstairs to his father's funeral He raised his head The next king marches followed by guards soon the train will proceed without me but I'm not sorry my friend I'm not sorry at all.
linux experience, technology, music and film, what kept me up last night