And so off he goes into the winter’s night

Cold and alone,

He’s done this so many times before but now

He won’t return

A wide world awaits this wandering child

Wide eyed and free

One with many wonders, many fears, many things

All to be known.

The young boy finds the world’s cruelty

The moral poverty

The young boy finds the world’s isanity

In all it does

To love, to hate, make war, make cake

All things they do

With no reason other then to do

And do it well.

He wanders for ages and sees many things

Lands, seas, and life

He comes to the mountain top and sings aloud,

“I’m free, I’m not.

“For I am as they are, and shall till death

always be so,

so why reach to the stars and spheres above

And take the heavens?”