Don't cry for me Barack Obama
desires weren't meant for completion
they linger in the light not the shadow
and spur its horses toward something soon
That you are a President doesn't mind
the annoyance, the persistent tolling,
as the dews of the morning implying
sacrifices must they be of mercy
We were born to be immortal and all
while the stars of the flag are emboldened
see in the distance a meteor fall
the flashes of vision imagined then
even in my wild days I kept my promise
I never left you don't keep your distance,
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.