Confined to nights with no solace,
giant whispers spelling his name,
sighs screaming from inside.
A young child roaming through the world
shielding his soul to live ... feel ... believe.
An avalanche of disappointing illusions crumbled at his feet
and his hands open wide,
arms pulled to his sides
to recieve the air's gift,
like a shock stinging his chest,
whipping his pulsating muscles.
Tired of searching,
of walking without guidance,
of not achieving significant steps.
His knees become weak
as he collapses on the cold surface which holds him.
A trail of stardust follows his steps
while roaming through the world endlessly
singing a song he yet has to learn
voiceless throught the dense forests of existance.
Fire he craves as he gasps for air...

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