They amaze me, acting without a care.

Destructive and care free. They act on whim

And do as they please.

He sits there. The leader of the rebels.

He rests in silence. His chest rises and falls,

Bare and exposed. Is his mind tortured?

Will he mention his thoughts?

Sobering up, his thoughts become less hazy.

The young man named Gus sitting on the floor.

The world below his fingertips.