The Boy

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I sit there watching him from a distance, 

The boy forever imprisoned in his mind 

He speaks words that would come from 

a child 

he speaks words that only he seems 

to understand. 

I sit there watching 

fearing the worst is yet to come, 

I want to fight it but it is like 

trying to reach something that is 

unreachable. 

He grabs me pleading for me to see, 

feel what he has experienced 

but i am uncapable of 

that expectation. 

A moment passes by and I watch him... 

what could his mind be dreaming up now, 

what great things is he thinking of now 

Let that thought in his mind be unharmed from 

the worlds deception 

If only I could protect him 

I would, 

I would 

but the boy must find his own way in 

life 

Imagine his own future. 

Will people see him like I see him? 

Will they take him as he is? 

He is a genius in his own little 

way! 

I sit there watching him from a distance, 

The boy forever imprisoned in his mind. 

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