Reid@YWP

I remember when I fell in love with eagles and oaks trees, 
with green grass, warm summers, and fireworks.

I fell in love with what now is brushwood for a fire 
that red white and blue decided to ignite.

A wild dream wakes you,

tears you out of 

the spiral you are swimming in,

sending you, reeling, into a new reality. 

Unknowingly, you are prepared,

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn grey...

I watch as the rain starts to fall...

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance...

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away...

And yet...I feel safe not scared...

We built a superman.

In our heads, we built a superman.

Clipped by a speeding bullet,

So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first