artikulation .093

Into this life was born a child,
And through his eyes the world was wild,
For he was born without the sense,
To understand or comprehend,
And so it seemed the boy must learn,
And learned he most to wait his turn,
For nothing wanted came his way,
No matter how the boy would pray,
But learn he did, he learned the rules,
In English, math and science schooled,
But what of life, and what of love?
Of those he never learned enough,
For in the library, though he looked,
On life and love there were no books,
So in exams the boy excelled,
While outside school his life was hell.

As the years did pass him by,
An empty space did grow inside,
Such a void could not be filled,
No matter what the boy did will,
And despite all of the things he tried,
It seemed he could not start his life,
Something lacking, something missed,
But he knew not what for he should wish.
Then just when life had ceased to live,
The gods they chose a gift to give,
A gift to change the life of boy,
A gift to be more than enjoyed,
And box and string could not contain,
This gift that life itself would change,
For such a gift, it knew no bounds,
In how it turned his life around.