STORY TIME: POEM FROM AFRICA!

ENDLESS JOURNEY.

Little boy, little boy
Little boy whose heart blackens every passing moment
And his pessimism heightens his crave for immorality
But his mother cares less, twice as indifferent as little boy's love for life
Little boy stands the furthest from hope
And slightly understands love
Little boy's smile cracks the firmest walls, and weakens the strongest arms
Little boy is slave to his own thoughts
And the weight of his satchel; heavy as the brightness that seduces your soul at the end of a tunnel
Little boy's goodness at heart is worth the
highest amount of nickels
He'd feed his hungry soul with cheap food for thoughts, but the eateries of life closed down on him
The blackness of his thoughts could go toe to toe with Vader's attire
Done seeking the meaning of change
He spits sourness, and curses the rich

An endless journey to the end of Earth, he embarks on
The traveler's meaningless quest, and search for goodness
You are the little boy.
Gracia's