A young boy at a store,
Spotted another boy across the door,
Just standing there on the floor,
And he would stare to adore.

Many questioned him,
And others were proud for him,
While some stared at the sky of august,
And others stared in disgust.

The young boy just kept on marveling,
At the other young being,
Who became the only living thing,
That he thought was worth watching.

His thoughts were not poisoned,
And they didn't come from the void,
That many find "pleasant",
For this boy was inocent.