he saw the stars,
and he saw the moon;
He was out in space,
not in his room.
His mom always watched,
through the window;
while the boy carried on,
through rain or snow.
He lived his life,
through his many dreams;
he knew life was all,
in how it seems.
He choose to avoid,
life's painful heartaches;
but living in a world,
one he could make.
His life was bad,
but it could've been good;
and he never would've cared,
much less understood.
On a starlit summer,
On a midnight run;
a young little boy,
forgot where he's from.
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