I recall a lost boy when placed,
In the forefront of mirror
Searching for a torch
His mind abide vacuum
Until he realizes, and
Finds his torch
He embraces the pen
But still unaware of the path
He finds himself again
All alone
Then he meets the light
That arrays him towards the condign groove
She acts like a mother, like a friend.
Like a reincarnation of goddess
Sent from above
He gets pulled back to light
And now
All he seeks to make restitution
BUT!!!
Assets nothing other than
“THANK YOU”
