Avery works, sorting parts behind the counter, His thoughts wander, to a life that's not a slumber. A life with sunlight, fresh air, and real food, Not like the protein bars, that are not so crude. He looks into the glass vitrine, his reflection, A stranger he sees, with a different direction. A life with purpose, not in the Undergrounds, Dreams of meat and vegetables, so profound. But how to start over, how to begin anew, The impossible situation, he already knew. The adults talk of the Above, the Order's control, The Undergrounds might be safe, but the word 'safe' is on hold. The Resistance fights, in a state of civil war, Getting caught between fronts, a dangerous score. Avery knows, he'll have to make do, With the life he has, and not pursue A different life, a life with purpose, For now, in the Undergrounds, is where he'll surface.