A little firefly would always be free
Flashing its bulb happily
But once a curious person sees,
Trapped and shall never see the glees.

This said firefly must have a choice
To help itself, or join the noise
Of its new "owner", in a tiny world of moist
Where everything is not its choice.

Who is this firefly and what had it done?
To the world that might claim it already gone
Once a liberal insect, buzzing from afar
Now just a mere speck in the dark.

But it had a decision to make,
Be free or be fake,
And if I were that bug what should I choose,
A life of quietness or a life without clues?

There's a newcomer in town
That goes by with a frown
Everyone seems to fear him
Everyone calls him the "grim."

But is he truly the grim?
Or is he just another person full of sin
Sins that he tries to hide
Sins that were meant to stay inside.

"Of what? Where?" asks the lady
Who works by the department of treasury
And goes to question the newcomer
Where he came from or whose his father.

The questions left her lips
No answers were left from his lips
The man stared at her, waiting
Frustrated, she left him on the railing.

"What?? Railing you say?!" exclaims Madam Frost.
The town's gossip of everyday cost.
"What was he doing there?"
The rumours spread in the heavy air.

And as the week bled
Nobody went to ask about where he went
It remained a mystery
Until one day a scream was heard full of misery.

"Who are you? What have you done?!" a man asks.
No one replied since nobody knew who he was
The newcomer glanced at all of them
Landing his stare at the corpse of Mr. Helm.

"I am merely a person of wonder
A person who wanted to do his ministry
No one disturbed my wander
So I tried to take away his misery,

Sadly, it seems
My work isn't for him
I am sorry for what I have caused
Goodbye, to the town I thought would change my cost."

The town is left preplexed
Trying to process what has been said
Who is this man and what has he done
To the person who is now gone?

Maybe it's the way we act
Or the way we all want things to be in tact
And not one single thought escaping
The realms of our own being.

So what if one time,
We act very differently than before
Are we not considered normal?
Like anyone from this fort?

Let's say one thought broke through
The chain of memories you've tried to stay but didn't pull through
And that thought was seen by all of your friends
What would you feel then?

Let's say it's about our talking
The way we express every meaning
Now, is it really hard to tell
If I'm telling the truth or lying that you've all fell?

What do we normally see
In this world full of misery
What do we regularly speculate
In this place full of hate?

In the eye of a beholder,
We see different things,
Wonder a lot further
And daydreams full of flings.