Clutter stifling me; the night definitely not youngIt all begun as a game; I failed to find my inner clownsSlowly stumbling into a puzzle; my voice croaking at this point‘’They’’ run through my space; rendering me lost for thoughtI sit on the floor and sing a patriotic song,The whole room joins, swaying and holding shoulders,Just like a cloud, it descended, heavy and lowFor that moment, we were believers.In our ascent of heights, we saw the same visionsBlurred and not still in motion, we felt loveI could envision the same blood flowing through their veinsMy sworn enemies were simply men;Men who never chose fate of their birth. Just like, I didn’t.Voices breaking, it suddenly isn’t a crime,We apologize, we hug. ‘You are my brother; you hear me? We are brothers For this moment, I can see them for who they actually are.The sharp rays of light sting, shattering bulbs inside my head,Its morning, our bodies all over the room; legs hanging over heads,It’s a sight I wish I could capture. The silence painted green.Creeping as softly as I can, I rush out,The miracles of yesterday not necessarily existing today,They were back to being my unexplained enemies.And I was back to being the unexplained threat, The cycle of life we grew into; the words we never speak.The complexities of a heart of a nation.
