It takes some time to fly around the sun unless you wanna get baked

[rabidamimals2]

Now

A gloved hand gropes the wall for a switch.
Finding it, a reluctant gloved thumb give it a flick.
Overhead lights crackle flicker and blink.
And finally an unused computer humms
The cave slowly is written back to life.
Seated in a once familiar chair
a dark figure begins typing.
He looks older much older
than he remembered
when he last sat down to the keys.
More frail almost fragile.
His mind clouded by age longs
for the time it was sharp and keen.
Dull and listlessly he types,
"Why?"
"Why return to these digs this old friendless cave?"
With it's Broken Dixieland tears
and it's recently fallen Star."
His mind stumbles to find the words to type
"I am on the verge of being
a physical and mental wasteland."
The vultures begin to circle.
"Can't think, nothing makes sense any more"
Tears fall down badly aged cheeks.
"It's over" and "I"
"I am broken."

HA! You wish! Jest playin through. FORE!

He adjusts his mask
Forever
Rabid

or is it
Rabid
Forever