He sits alone and ponders
Life’s great wonders;
The stars, how far?
To travel he will.
The new gravel he will feel.
To be absolute
Is to truly speak the truth.
He wants nothing more than to soar.
Nobody to work for,
But himself with no help;
Stubbornness can be such a mess.
It comes too sudden.
The frustration makes him Closter phobic.
He has anger from untouched feelings.
To cope, he’ll let go.
With hope he’ll still go.
To a place far and unknown
A new place he’ll call his home.
With every step he sees how much he’s grown.
Proud with his walk on Earth
Prone to change ever since birth;
The gift to live, he is forever a gift.