[A corner of Jason’s lips twitch up as he parses out what Mayuko is referring to. His poetry knowledge bank isn’t as hearty as his knowledge in other forms of literature]

There could be worse things other than being like rocks.

I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care.
I'm still here.