Reid@YWP

I stand alone as the clouds turn gray. 

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. 

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 

When the rain fell, a world grew, and something vacant turned green.

As the world grew, its people loved, and something grew in them.

When the people loved, the people lost, and the world grew again.

though honorable and necessary,

i fail to recognize the emotion and fervor within technology and maths.

of course, it is possible one feels emotional and passionate for those pursuits,