I await for Marion Crane
To take a stand and fight the Grim Reaper
For dear life
I await
A sudden reawakening
And I await
Art’s universal anxiety of modern beings
to rather portray optimism
Towards the eternal river
And I await
The Headless Horseman
To lead the souls
Shriveled in the valley of ashes
Towards Jacob’s Ladder
And I await
Obscurity to embody
The crystal clear strategy towards
The war of the unknown
And I await
A sudden reawakening

I await
The shadow of uncertainty
To wither away towards a parallel universe
And I await
A sudden reawakening
And I await
An inspiration
Like the North star shining brightly
In the dark, boundless sky
Upon abandoned souls of an empty waistland
And I await
FDR’s 1st Inaugural Speech
To instigate a revival of the defunct faith
And I await
The American Dream
To give an opportunity of valor for all
Rather than a detrimental destiny
And I await
A sudden reawakening

I await
My American Flag to flow like the rest
And I await
A sudden reawakening
And I await
MLK to come back any day
With a vision of the future
Arising from the desolate realms of humanity
And I await
Harriet Tubman to rekindle the lost dreams
And I await
A realization of the last breath
Not as the end
But the emergence of vitality
And I await
A sudden reawakening

I await
Holden’s vanished dream
To indicate the first premature steps
Towards moral maturity
And I await
A sudden reawakening
And I await
The Little Rock Nine
To amble down the repressive halls
Towards the promising liberation of Zion
And I await
The apprehensive adolescent
To impact all existence
Through his assertive voice
And I await
The fearful 9/11 victims
To eagerly leap into the
Oasis of tranquility
And I await
A sudden reawakening