a former pastime

that nervous waiting,
never truly extinguished.
the world as you know it,
hanging by the slightest thread
that is no stronger than
your childhood willpower.
the only thing on your mind.
nothing can distract you.
a singular action can
impact your basic essence.
goodbye to apple pie and baseball,
there is no american anymore.
woody guthrie had it wrong.
this land wasn't made
for you and me.