Snatched away from normality,
He couldn't see,
Like we could.
He tried,
But he didn't notice the little things.
He knew it was odd.
In his precious, beating heart,
He knew.
This world had been created for him.
This world had been curated for him.
But in this world,
No one lived,
No one truly lived.
They say,
'The tighter you hold,
The more they want to let go.'
And he did.
He let go of it all.
And like the birds of paradise,
He stretched his wings wide,
And set sail,
To truly see what it means
To live.
This is The Truman Show.
