Crashbox

K: Hey.

F:what's up?

K: Finally, a bit of resolution. I think.

F: Really? Tell me about it.

K: Can't.

F: Hmmm. But you're happy?

K: Yes.

F: Good.

Many thoughts, many dreams
Running through a life that gleams
Like the grime in the gutter-streams
At the end of it all it means
It will never go as it seems
Because we never, ever work in teams

But we should