There was once a boy lost within my head.
All of the thoughts rushing through knocked him over and left him for dead.
But now there’s a boy lost in his head, and he’s wandering around, unknowing of the brain’s deception.
Wondering to himself, “What is this? Inception?”
And the thoughts keep leaving them all out cold.
Until one of them seems to come out strong and bold.
Scars and marks, from fighting off the demons.
What sort of madness was this young boy dreamin’?
It was enough to make him escape the repetitiveness of the other boys’ fate.
But I swear you’d still see them if you looked deep into the other boy’s face.
Created: Jul 18, 2012Virusinity Document Media