Puppet Boy
There once was a boy that was mute, he refused to learn from teachers. He had a mind, just an unknown boy walking home. Where was his mind? Where is his voice? Where is his life?
He tried to paint pictures, but the colors always turned wooden and dry. His obsession to talk. His hunger to be understood, to find his voice.
In the mirror, a spinning boy, cried. The mirror showed him a way, an idea on how to speak.
He stepped on stage and danced into words. The souls of feet blistered and burned, but he has to try! He has to share his soul. For his hunger to be satisfied.
The audience clapped and spread news of his angelic understanding of life.
He danced in front of screens and covers. Finally his life has been shared. But he couldn't stop the strings from tangling around his hands and ankles, slowly getting his movements stiff and fake.
He tried to find his muteness, he could life without being tortured. He tried again! But no! Never! He can't stop! He must make the audience, cry.
The people got tired of seeing his lack of inspiration, his voice was completely gone from him. The strings pulled and tangled, rested around his lifeless wooden head.
He tried to paint pictures, but the colors always turned wooden and dry. His obsession to talk. His hunger to be understood, to find his voice.
In the mirror, a spinning boy, cried. The mirror showed him a way, an idea on how to speak.
He stepped on stage and danced into words. The souls of feet blistered and burned, but he has to try! He has to share his soul. For his hunger to be satisfied.
The audience clapped and spread news of his angelic understanding of life.
He danced in front of screens and covers. Finally his life has been shared. But he couldn't stop the strings from tangling around his hands and ankles, slowly getting his movements stiff and fake.
He tried to find his muteness, he could life without being tortured. He tried again! But no! Never! He can't stop! He must make the audience, cry.
The people got tired of seeing his lack of inspiration, his voice was completely gone from him. The strings pulled and tangled, rested around his lifeless wooden head.