The boy stood there,
In seemingly black and white.
Wore nothing worth mentioning,
But for a small frown.
His hair was black,
His eyes were gray.
Too many rainy days had he seen.
Smiles were his fantasy,
In his dreams he was at peace.
Just a simple boy.
Controlled by a machined world.
Born into insanity,
Die of insanity.
Tilted his head to the sky,
But the sun hid from his gaze.
The rain drizzled down,
The sun's rays were black.
Just a lost boy,
Dressed in black and white.

By Siobhan
Date: 20/may/2004