Dusting off an old classic,
That is to brush off virtual dust,
From a game I left half played,
Well really quite a bit less,
But now I found it,
Again and search each corner,
For what I missed last time.

Heckled head,
And thoughts seem to flow like a glacier,
A lukewarm brain-freeze stills my tired temples,
And as the memories seem to solidify I leave these planted seeds in your care,
For you Lord water where you wish.