Regina

Thaddeus was a boy.

a boy with never – ending

never- suppressing

Dreams.

Like stars never falling,

always burning,

moving and working,

like butter churning.

He was working

sweat developing

engrossing in his never – ending

never- suppressing

Dreams.

His lips would move

but what would only come out

was positively, undoubtedly, truth

and hope.

He was hopelessly afraid to pause the

clockwise machinery working and grinding in his creative memory – his psyche

As the pedestal rises

but exercises

a boat load of compromises

a never satisfying

and undying crisis

Thaddeus' brightness

Overthrew the

depressing forthrightness

Ahem! Attention

His mighty

conscience

awakened

The stress brought

was the sharp peak of the mountain

and now it was steepened

Thaddeus prayed he wouldn't fall in the deep end

But that's what usually happens

when the train engine

is leaving, but left the caboose out in the cold

can care less if it's surviving

But Thaddeus could do better than them all

He refused to drop his dreams

fragile like an egg.

Didn't want the rest of his life balancing on a peg.

If he sacrificed something

he would've rather given his leg.

His aspirations was something to defend.

Then at the very end

when the divisor became the ultimate dividend

Thaddeus sat there and

took the challenge like a man

And so he succeeds

though his gateway for knowledge was neglected and used as a becket - bend .