I am a boy not a man.
I speak words of wisdom, but have none to give.
My age is a reflection to my whims.
My lines are lies that speak for you.
I don't know the way forward or backward all is up or down.
My fear is a child's fear, but what a man fears too.
This has no reason and no point just crazy spilled across it.
Wonder. Random. Wilderness. Breathes. Dark. Eyes. Invisible.