The
boy sits in a chosen solitude,
Drifting,
using the guidelines of a life so monotonous,
Unsatisfied
with reality's boundaries,
Constantly
hoping for change; Adventure.
Emotionally
he is confused,
His
heart stands like a pheasant both beautiful but hunted; a Game.
He
bleeds empathy and in the mirror he sees many faces,
In
his mind lies fantasy, and it keeps him from moving forward,
"Survival
of the fittest", he tells himself, withering away; ill in both body and
mind.
The
three physical anchors keep him tethered.
An
ocean as blue as sapphires,
A
kite held by childhood friends,
and
Half a Family.
Time
requires him to switch boats, though the ocean never changes.
All
aboard the S.S Apathy.
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