I wouldn’t care if our night sky fell, <br />I would watch stars cause cracks in the roads we once walked upon. <br />Like emotional fists into a mirror that reflects memories, <br />I know this cannot happen, but why cant a boy dream? <br /> <br />And I wouldn’t mind seeing every bright green <br />become a dull black or brown, <br />I would allow my body to heat up, <br />as every tree in the world goes up in flames. <br />Like a lighter put to the corner of a picture, <br />I know this probably wont happen, but why cant a boy wonder? <br /> <br />And I wouldn’t think twice if every bird died, <br />I would watch their wings become pointless. <br />Like observing a plane with a pilot that forgot how to fly, <br />I know this might happen, but does a boy really need to cry? <br /> <br />I wouldn’t flinch if a gun was pointed at my head, <br />I would calmly whisper “shoot me, I’m already dead” <br />Like an emotional boy trying to act tough, <br />I know this could happen, so why can’t a boy try and bluff?<br /><br />Michael Biondi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apathetic-costume/
