For Why?

He goes
from boy
to patient
in a
BLIP
of a second.

Rides past
on his bike

Arms outstretched.

Feeling the wind

Helmet on head.

But what's been protecting
keeping the mass
from
growing
inside?

I imagine

This boy.

His laughter.

His charm.

Wooing staff.

As they take his blond locks.

His smooth head.

As he champions
for the fight
of his life.

One
I know
he will
surely
win.

Because
He
Is
Michael.