Raison D'être the Kid

Poetry that kid tried since earlier kid can't deny

A kid skimming'ay didn't even get what it saw

words were confusing yet amusing. An interest spiked

Poetry can be free from rules of stanzas or syllables 

So I guess the kid said "yes".

Enough on the start

What I'm here for is really to tell'ye what kid never felt

when ye was born. Till sophomore kid discovered . The rush

for something ye can't ignore. Days were aimless , num, and fast.

But when kid grasp it's view, the adrenaline brisk kernel

Made'ye compass to somewhere kid yearned.

Before compared to forth.

It very matters to live now. unwrapping what kid's destiny hid from ye

Knowing the covered, kid can never be satisfied without getting where 

it placed for ye. So kid wield ye's ends to the will kid will dig ye's own way to ye's own

pleasant satisfied grave...

of flowers ye the kid wanted.