a year full of life

you might've heard of the man on the moon

there once was a boy,
who lived on the sun,
he'd spend his days,
soaking up the heat,
and drinking molten lava,
singeing his taste buds
but not his tongue,
for he was used to the heat,
the searing pain
was nothing to him at all.

he was a spectacle to see,
for you've heard of
the man on the moon,
but have you ever seen,
a little boy,
not even ten years old,
skipping over rays of sunshine?
soaring through galaxies of tears?
have you seen a little boy,
so so oblivious
yet so so deeply saddened,
that he walks the planets,
one by one,
just to find someone to call home?