This is the story of a boy,
spread his wings, thought he could fly.
This is the story of a man,
lost his feathers and sat back down.
He told everyone he would be famous,
grew up, realised he isn't Nostradamus.
He lashed out at everything and everyone,
lost all the battles that the boy would have won.
He is running away from everything,
the boy always wanted to be a king.
Where did it all go wrong,
he remembered being so strong.
Growing up isn't all that it's meant to be,
you keep getting knocked down constantly,
Man hit rock bottom, single tear in his eye,
the boy of autumn, he had lost his fire.
Don't worry, this wasn't the last chapter,
the man's life didn't end in disaster,
but that's the story for another day,
another chance for some wordplay.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
This is the story of a boy,
spread his wings, thought he could fly.
This is the story of a man,
lost his feathers and sat back down.
He told everyone he would be famous,
grew up, realised he isn't Nostradamus.
He lashed out at everything and everyone,
lost all the battles that the boy would have won.
He is running away from everything,
the boy always wanted to be a king.
Where did it all go wrong,
he remembered being so strong.
Growing up isn't all that it's meant to be,
you keep getting knocked down constantly,
Man hit rock bottom, single tear in his eye,
the boy of autumn, he had lost his fire.
Don't worry, this wasn't the last chapter,
the man's life didn't end in disaster,
but that's the story for another day,
another chance for some wordplay.
This is a poem of a boy who thought he could be everything he wanted only to be thrown back down to reality as he grew up. It's the first part of a two part poem that I will write about disappointment,acceptance and redemption.
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