He stoops low, leather jacket drape over thin frame
A sparkling Grin manifests itself.
He is a part of something, an embodiment
"One, two, three, Faw!" A shout, a war cry
The boy stands, unsure of his place in the new society these four men have accidentally molded
Their words are alien, yet somehow comforting. Words to live by
A thought turns into an action at the blink of an eye
He is jumping, no, he is hopping. As if this small action is testing the boundaries of gravity itself.
Others join, smelling of Drink and Youth
"Hey Ho! Let's Go!"
The room implodes, everyone is on their feet
Everyone is resisting, everyone believes
There is something in the air, something profound yet infuriatingly simple
He is a part of this, a member. All in the room are disciples
The room heaves in one last gasp of ecstasy.
The bound for the final time
The pain of youth and unanswered questions are temporarily calmed.
"Alright, take it Dee Dee!"
It begins again.