The boy walks
He needs to keep on walking
Because he walks on the treadmill made of time
The boy may stand still, but the treadmill keeps on rolling
Because the treadmill stops for no man, nor any boy
The boy walks
Now crippled with less possession to his own hearts
Because somehow it is no longer belong to him
The boy walks
Now completely at mercy
I don’t have anything, cried the boy, I could torned away anytime any moment, he added
Beyond him but ridiculously close to him, The Maker saw
The Maker always witness
The Maker always hear
The Maker knew the boy barely walked The Path
The boy had so much to prove, the boy had so many to redeem
But fear not, deemed The Maker
You are getting there.
Alfa's Insight 