HOLLOWED SPHERE

HOLLOWED SPHERE


There was a guy in a happy town
Lurking in his own empty room
Has a house everyone would kill to own
But that house in every space has no home

There were those dreams this guy always aimed
But who was maim he couldn't reach them
Who was more unfortunate than this dreamer
He has a happy heart, yes, but as a dreamer as he could be

He couldn't fathom why his dream of a home was at bay
He has a content soul who as manly as he was shown
He just wept his sorrow all in his own
He has friends, yes

But he was afraid
For his feeling was starting to get neglected
By the person he showed fireflies at nights
By the person he showed cherry blossoms at day light

Oh! This guy authored books as happy pill for many
But, oh, should many pity
This guy was but witty enough to beg for a strayed attention
From someone he couldn't even mention

This guy's tear was but a water in a pile of Hay
I bid my farewell
This guy will expect less from no one to tell
For as real were your tears, the guy was this poem’s writer