The Lonely Boy

The lonely boy calls again,
to an understanding moon.
He confides, consolidates
inside an empty room.

He wanders deep inside himself,
looking for a cure.
There is no other living soul
of which he can be sure.

The lonely boy is gone again,
looking for some food.
But no one keeps his sustenance,
No one but the moon.

"Won't you learn to open up?"
They tell him, "do be fair."
"Put yourself in others' shoes,
to show them that you care."

But the only soles the boy can feel,
reside beneath his feet.
And in his chest, a soul of light
t'would never see defeat.

The lonely boy is not alone,
he bargains with the gods.
He smiles deep inside himself,
forgetting all the frauds.

The End

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