So I stepped outside of my self today and turn around
I saw sorrow, love, hate and all the scares left upon me by the years
I looked tired and old
It sadden me to stare at this person that is supposed to be a man but is just a child in a used body
I wanted to weep at this man boy when I remember the little boy that once was
A little boy with hopes and dreams that where his
Now the man boy stand tall but tired, he looks like he wants to give up and this makes me hate him a little for wanting to waste the gifts he has been given.
I want to shake him and make him understand that the world is still opened to him and that the light and magic is still there.
He just can't see it anymore behind the years and tears.
I wonder will he ever grow up and be the man that the world wants him to be
I look in to his soft eyes.
He whispers "no"
