The Gasp aL(ال) Tron

When Tron was created, in the beginning of his life, he knew he could matter, and matter he did. He grew in the garden, but then one night, he fell. He dreamt no more, and instead, dragged his feet through high and ledge. And on that ledge, he wondered, "should I drop," and drop he did. He grew again, in happiness, but with the knowledge that he very well could not matter, more than had. Then one night, he fell. On this ground he dug, and under the brush he discovered a forgotten trail. Along this trail, he searched, finding a bastion of hope. But hope turned to dope, and dope into "nope." After his high, he dreamt, he drooled. It was a nightmare, and in this nightmare, he drooled over everything. Thinking himself to be awake, he wondered, "who drooled on this city, and did anyone ask for it." Then he remembered, before weeping, that he had drooled. How nice it would have been to turn off the noise and hear the truth. A mouth-watering scenario. But the truth eluded him. Paralyzed by sleep, he sunk. In this sink-hole he lay dormant, all the while, enduring his nightmare. Then one night, he was buried alive. He awoke and gasped for air, but could not be heard from the excavator. He was never seen again, and in his place, a Hackberry tree grew.