A boy with no mirror,
Is on edge with reflective curiosity.
His mind wanders the line of
Genius and reality.

Poor boy in the universe,
Meandering its barren halls.
He sees no answer to his questions,
But the wrong ones, he asked them all.

Strength in thought.
Stammer only in explanation.
Intellect so unique,
Loneliness an inevitable realization.

But that sad boy,
Surely will turn into a man.
He will stop searching for the why
and start declaring he can.