Ephemeral happiness is but life's play on man,
To provide an illusion of bliss and content--
only to take it away moments later.
Rain falls upon a black umbrella,
An old fishing boat rows out to sea.
City lights shine out in the distance,
Coated by the mist of the rain.
A lone silhouette of a man stands atop a mountain,
overlooking the glimmering lights that make up his town.
To have everything yet hold onto nothing,
His watch being his sole companion--
Beating alongside the drops of rain.
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