Maybe it's the loud bangs and pops and smacks that remind me of old gunfire and muskets and a better time for the world
Or maybe it's bright changing light that leaves wonder in the eyes and souls of everyone watching
Or maybe it's because of what this day stands for and everything that started because of it
Or maybe because it reminds me of childhood, innocence wraped into a quick flash of light
But **** do I love the fourth of July and the fireworks we watch on it.

Where will I be when I'm not me?
What will I see?
Who will I be?
Can I be anyone other than me?
Surely who can see what it is like to be me?

i hear all the words they say and they all sound the same.
It's the same lines,
the same monotonous background to every scence,
the same everything.
What if I chose to not be the same?

I watch these supposed loves.
And I look and look for their love that everyone but me sees.
I understand they speak sweet words of love.
But to me that love is loyality.
Those promises made do not seem to be love.
It seems like forced loyality through something they can't control.
It doesn't seem like love.
It doesn't seem real.
So why does everyone believe it is?