The boy takes a deep breath…

The breath of exertion but never of depletion

His life is at a constant encounter with the pack of wolves

He has to stay alive in a world that has hidden rules

The boy sits in a room refreshing a cold drink

While indulging in the beauty from the top of the mountain peak

He ponders how much more painless it would be to jump than live with what lies here

The undisputed liberation of flying in the air for that one minute extinguishes the fear

The boy laughs at his inability to fall in line

How they believe he is crazy for his shine

If they could just see through his eyes they would have more, or maybe less, fear

In a world of nuts of course the nutcracker has to be queer

The boy chuckles…Why me?

The boy’s mind is never ceasing

Surely one can’t just say I am because I am full heartily believing

There has to be more that holds this foundation

Of a reason that defines the purpose of this sustained condemnation

The boy examines his glorious view & listens to the sounds of softness

Appreciating the fact that he revolves around silence, not the silence around us

The boy chuckles again while lightly shaking his head

He finishes the rest of his drink knowing in his heart that this thirst will never depart

The boy takes a deep breath… And soars

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