Dear boy,
You're a good soul in the end.
Why hide behind
Such petty display,
When you could triumph,
If only you gave it a day.
Don't you get that the true display
Of you is the perpetuation of
Shear humanity? Give you always,
And don't be afraid of reprisal,
And all of life will pull their boot straps
Up, trying to catch to your momentum.
You've got it, never lost it. A keen eye
For what is right, but assimilation
Takes aim, and you become lost.
Don't you lose sight again,
For as long as you live.