The boy flew,
He soared higher than the clouds as the winds blew,
He smiled, He laughed,
The boy was free.
Then the danger struck,
And the boy’s wings it took,
He fell to Earth,
His innocently arrogant youth had passed.
He marched with the others who were lost,
It took him too long to know what this would cost,
The boy, now man, grew sad,
It was too late to climb to the heights of his youth.
The man did as he was told,
An evil grip on this world then properly took hold,
While everyone was awake with their eyes closed,
Pain, suffering and war took over our Earth.
As our world began to die,
With many tears he started to cry,
He was not who he wanted to be,
But this perfect self was impossible to see.
The man grew tired of the complexity of a simple life,
He began to think that it was time to take up his knife,
As he did what he thought was right he saw a dark tunnel,
It was too late to stop now.
What he saw It was not pretty,
There was no light at the end, no rhyme or rhythm,
But he saw something that made him smile with glee,
No Earth, no existence to need to pretend to be happy.
