There once was a boy
Who grew up being
The boy who lived down the lane
And he told everyone that he’d been to
The Great Wall of China
When the farthest he’d been was 100 miles up the coast
He told his friends he was allergic to strawberries
When he simply didn’t like the taste
And he was terrified of letting himself down
But deep down
He was petrified of letting anyone down.

There once was a boy
And he knew all too well that
The book was correct
He too was going to die one day
But what he didn’t know was how
And why
And who and where
And those were the questions
He needed the answer to the most
But those were the questions
He knew all too well
That weren’t the questions to be asking.

And now he’s travelled beyond the 100 miles
And seen such beauty.
And now he’s eaten a whole strawberry
And grew rather fond of the taste.

He never did know the question he should
Be asking
But it’s close to him now and he’s growing now
Not up now
But toward, now
Toward it all toward the truth and the question
And he knows all too well
That the world is indeed a deep dark pit
And on every side death does cast forward his net.

And the boy wanted more of it all.