Friday 16 December 2011

Chin Up

The boy who was raised in the wild
could navigate without his sight,
with his memories compiled
he would test himself in the night.

And sure enough, he'd find his way
without taking so much as a peak,
but when he would walk in the day
what his eyes saw was just as bleak.

For he would look down at his feet
knowing that he would not get lost
but without new horizons to greet
he would forget the beauty he's crossed.

And then one day, he raised his chin
and saw the world as if it was born,
taking all of the beauty in,
his tired soul didn't feel as worn.

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