Behind a thick curtain,

A little boy plays,

A little boy lives,

A little boy thrives.

The skies never blacken,

The friendships never move,

And the love never leaves.

It’s better than anything a child could ever dream,

And in his merry games,

The whispers of the audience are never heard.

The beeps are unnoticed,

The tears never felt,

And the reality of the situation never grasped.

A single last look at the sun, the boy gives

Before a last monotonous beat,

A choked sob,

A final smile,

Then silence.