...
Five million seconds ago in History,
was born a mind full of curiosity.
Carried around in the skull
of a boy mere fourteen,
with an absent self
glued to a skinny body.
He would ponder for hours,
about everything visible
through the sockets of his eyes.
Life, Death,
Mortals and their problems,
all alike.
The Universe for him was a grand magical experience,
with the existence of the magician its greatest trick.
His role in this play called ‘Life’,
he decided, was to uncover the truth
behind the curtain of illusions.
And mask the cracks
of this sculpture called Society
with his creative solutions.
As the years went by,
the boy would raise
castles out of thin air,
with tools made of
Fantasy and Imagination.
Little did he know that
the concrete of his structures
were diluted with innocent assumptions.
That is when Reality shot him,
with bullets made of Solitude.
“Wake up, you need to make money”, she said,
as she wreaked his empire floating on the river Naive.
She would adopt him as her own son.
And claim his ideal self, his new father.
Together,
they would cremate
his boyhood years
and carve him into
The Man He Always Wanted To Be.
...
-KD
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
...
Five million seconds ago in History,
was born a mind full of curiosity.
Carried around in the skull
of a boy mere fourteen,
with an absent self
glued to a skinny body.
He would ponder for hours,
about everything visible
through the sockets of his eyes.
Life, Death,
Mortals and their problems,
all alike.
The Universe for him was a grand magical experience,
with the existence of the magician its greatest trick.
His role in this play called ‘Life’,
he decided, was to uncover the truth
behind the curtain of illusions.
And mask the cracks
of this sculpture called Society
with his creative solutions.
As the years went by,
the boy would raise
castles out of thin air,
with tools made of
Fantasy and Imagination.
Little did he know that
the concrete of his structures
were diluted with innocent assumptions.
That is when Reality shot him,
with bullets made of Solitude.
“Wake up, you need to make money”, she said,
as she wreaked his empire floating on the river Naive.
She would adopt him as her own son.
And claim his ideal self, his new father.
Together,
they would cremate
his boyhood years
and carve him into
The Man He Always Wanted To Be.
...
-KD
