The child reached out to the sky,
Listening to a soft angelic whisper,
Grabbing onto nothing but light.
The world seemed to drift away
As his eyes shuttered close.
Scampering across the yard,
The boy conferred about clemency and benevolence.
He knew little about what was yet to come!
The young boy felt no weight upon his shoulders
As he aimed for the stars.
The once judicious thoughts were now obscure,
As the cruel world laid out its darkest secrets.
He now craved for opulence,
Leaving behind the ambitions for a better world.
What really defines a man, his doings or the manifestations of his reality?
The man stood proud of his personal infallibility.
The vainglorious boasts would soon turn to dust,
As he continued to carry the weight of the world.
He looked up to the sky, saw nothing but light.
Heard no whispers, so down came his impeccable paradigm of the world.
The more exalted personage he yearned for came with a price;
one only a few were willing to pay.
Noticing the intricate nature of the workings in the world,
he capitulated the abstraction of life he held onto as death knocked on the door.