The last day of the inventor He woke up that day. Had a cup of coffee. An egg. Poached. He dressed. Slowly. Not feeling his best. Cold bare feet on the hard wood floor. On the stone step. He made his way down the steps. When out of no where a giant golden owl called his name. He was so startled he lost his footing. He teetered. He tottered. He fell he fell he fell. He never made it to the last step. You’re gonna lay there. Did you feel that? Chill your bones. Did you feel that?? At the bottom of the stairs. You’re gonna lay there. Somebody’s walking over your grave. To this fate you’re a slave. Somebody’s walking over your grave. Did you feel that?? No one’s home. At the bottom of the stairs Chills the bones And you’re gonna lay there Watch yourself stay there Til you’re gone. Til you’re home. Cold as stone. No one’s home. Go Back where you’re from