There’s someone’s American dream inside my mind, is it sad?

What once was a beautiful garden where

I danced against the wind cow do with a smile,

is now a black hole volcano filled with

freedom-less flags & taxed bills. Is it sad?

Sundays I just roam through the streets,

believing there is something about dreaming

something about living past my limit. Is it sad?

As a 2008 Star, I was awake. I refused to sleep.

I didn’t miss a single moment.

— Like a terror that flashes through my vision

or a call for war, it still haunts me.

Now we find ourselves stuck again darling & I wonder, is it sad?

Delmar Daystar