A small, quiet, happy 2 year-old;
With brown hair, and bright eyes.
Looks out the window, from the safety of his mother's car;
To the city, and the big blue sky.
The giant tall, frightening monsters;
Of buildings, that serve their owners as protectors, their knights;
In shining armour. Clad in the strongest of stone.
Only a small glimpse through the crack in between the towering structures;
Of the bright-blue sky, and the fluffy, inviting clouds.
Who shield the boy from the rain.
Lastly, he sees the people, going up and down the streets.
Some are heroes, having a secret identity only themselves know.
The boy has so many questions, he wonders about the world,
He imagines, because he doesn't know any better.
He thinks she is a beautiful place, he smiles
At all the wonders the world holds.
14 years pass, and he does the same again.
The knights have lost their armour in the heat of battle, as well as their morale.
They can no longer safeguard.
The skies are grey. The clouds merely channel the rain.
The superheroes have been defeated. Ashamed by their loss, they will never save the day again.
He wishes he could see the world like he once did.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC