Wonderboy doesn't need a toy...He plays in his mind with thoughts, where he finds lasting joy...
In his wonders is where he can build and destroy, seek, and deploy... In his mind,
he can hide, from his surroundings and people who lie...Wonderboy can fly
without a plane or the sky, in his mind.
He takes off all the time...Without a ticket or a cry.
He leaves earth into a universe far beyond, he can roam the space in a search of a
a place where he can reside, his being.
Look at the earth from and smile.
He was born with this gift and a burden at the same time...
He can roam the universe alone but with others
he cannot fly.
He cannot find someone who can like him,
peek inside themself and seek the
galaxies within. But to wonderboy inside is the only space where he
can find, the meaning of this place.
He always has something to do, something to fix, find something
new.
He never gets tired, sweaty, or bored, inside is a different world.
Which it was, but he needed someone around,
cause all this loneliness started having a creepy sound, to itself.
So he started to wonder, how could it be?
If only he can find other wonderers and see...
As soon as that thought got in his mind...
his view started changing, and he wanted to find...others.
His will now changed everything he saw... cause now it seems
he was at Heaven's door...
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RandomWonderboy...My poem about undeniable richness of the internal world which is found inside those who seek it...Beyond the material that we may touch all off us are given a toy that can fill any void, depending on how we use it...As a child, and even...