Seeing this young idol

Casted down

Stricken from his own existence is exhausting

It's as if I see it too much.


"I've seen him before!"

I'd say, and you'd the both.

But influential people are hidden from the public until a day they're called upon, 

and they can no longer hide.


Grass eaten of the ruffle hided buffalo can only be so green 

on the "other realm's" dry plain 

we dream of.

So in the one we meditate on the idea of safety and security

And the theory that life never ends if you believe it true.


So we live on on Brett's memories, through as well. 

And in that thought we all have 

a little bit more to live for

Yet less air resides 

within our state of minds.


Love u young trophy goose.

Wizards never die.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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