All things familiar. Differences are a hollow echo, but it's all safe and warm. Deja vu. One cat after another, more often than not the same cat.

I keep watching the lights and my mind swarms. The hammer and sickle changes to a biohazard warning.

More lights. A symphony of bittersweet and yet another night of worry amid this landmark moment, it's lost on me.

The prophet is gone to Hell tonight. So many lives have I lived getting here and I no longer care to stand in those shoes...

And as I toss my cell phone in the garbage I can't help but look back and sneer, for this is my last betrayal.

Yes
No
Do nothing