Scared
Cold
Alone
With nothing but his books
To hide him from the looks

Alone in the middle of the night
With no one to hold him tight
When woken up from a midnight fright

Every day there is another look
That burns faster than the pages in his books
Hopping to someday look
As they do in the books

He sees the images inside the books
Of gods who can change things with one look
But no opening their door
Will just leave him on the floor

From the sky to the ground
The gods see all around
Looking for a frown
To turn upside down

One morning a wave
Of courage surrounded him like a cave
Just to simply stand up and wave

Everybody looked but only one stopped
To talk and talk

Every day the man came to talk
As the two would walk
With so much time on the clock

He told the man his wish
Of being like a god even just a single wisp

The man told him to try
But he only cried
Because he couldn’t fly

The next day the man came
To help him get his fame

They went to the park to get supplies
From the ones that fly

The birds have feathers
On as tight as a tether
But not for long because together
They will too have wings with feathers

They work and work only to fail
Every different trail
The man always tried
But the boy always cried
With no emotions to hide

One day the man came
with presents to claim

He opens it slowly
For it to only
Be the wings
The things
They have spent so much time on, The Wings!

Quickly they ran upstairs
And started to prepare
To be as light as a hair

1, 2, 3 … He jumped
As his stomach lumped

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He started to flap
Until he smacked
His own hands
To stay off the land

Suddenly it was smooth
Everything just moved

When he looked down
He saw no frowns

The man chased
Him until he couldn’t keep his pace
With a brilliant look on his face

His dream
His dream has come true
With his gleaming
Smile, He knew
He was getting looks
But he is no longer behind the pages of his books

Everybody judged
But nobody nudged
Him like the man
He gave him a hand
And people saw from the land
The amazing boy
Whom one his only toy
Was the books
And people judged him just like a book
But he took
Their looks
And laid them to rest with in the books