The boy was fourteen,
What did you expect?
His thoughts in the clouds
But mainly on ***
When life seemed to be
Falling apart at the hinge,
He grasped for some direction
If just to feel the fringe
Of a way that would set him free.
Free from the fallacy he knew.
His friends all a lie,
Not a one he called true.
As if by divine intervention
A passage shown through.
He found a place called Walden Pond;
Ralph & Walt there too.
"O' Captian, my Captain
My life to you I truly owe.
For mine was but defined by the world
Til my sense of self, you bestowed."
The boy was of himself;
The world left not a trace.
He was ready to learn of poets and scholars,
But then he saw her face.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
The boy was fourteen,
What did you expect?
His thoughts in the clouds
But mainly on ***
When life seemed to be
Falling apart at the hinge,
He grasped for some direction
If just to feel the fringe
Of a way that would set him free.
Free from the fallacy he knew.
His friends all a lie,
Not a one he called true.
As if by divine intervention
A passage shown through.
He found a place called Walden Pond;
Ralph & Walt there too.
"O' Captian, my Captain
My life to you I truly owe.
For mine was but defined by the world
Til my sense of self, you bestowed."
The boy was of himself;
The world left not a trace.
He was ready to learn of poets and scholars,
But then he saw her face.
