I accidentally touched my head. And noticed that I had been bleeding. For how long I didnâ€™t know. What was this I thought that struck me?. What kind of weapons have they got?. The softest bullet ever shot. I stood up and I said yeah!. I stood up and I said yeah!. I stood up and I said hey! Yeah!. From this moment on. Blaring like a trumpet. Coming from above us and somewhere below. The confidence of knowing. Descending to relieve us of the struggle. To believe itâ€™s so. I stood up and I said yeah!. I stood up and I said yeah!. I stood up and I said hey! Yeah!. And it seemed to cause a chain reaction. It had momentum it was gaining traction. It was all the rage it was all the fashion. The outreached hands had resigned themselves. To holding onto something that they never had. And thatâ€™s too bad. 'Cause in reality there was no reaction. I accidentally touched my head. And noticed that I had been bleeding.