Just a Boy

Past the bookends

Stairwells and phantoms

Faced with the pages

Of ancients and sages

Over mines

The writer’s blocked

Over tired

His thoughts are bound and tied

The mooring passed us

So our fleet went in search of

Answers to questions

Without Gods or fearful hearts

Just a boy and his firm belief

That the sun is all he needs

The beautiful and wide eyed

Are the ones who’ll get things done

There’s not a soul around who understands this

Like his mother does

“For us all there comes a time

When the spark grows dim then dies”

Then Change