The World
The little boy young
little boy
Numb,
too pain,
in which he thinks in vain
not able to grasp
or understand the structure of change.
In ‘till he realizes that the world is just, a
Game.
That human’s change in order to relive their pain,
many live in agony
not knowing that without happiness they can no longer maintain
Sain.
Little boy then grows and matures
in a system "they" said works
getting old and no longer numb,
just able to dwell and feel the pain in which he,
reflects
his life on one page.
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