Drafting the World

it all seems like an adventureun-lived & un-true

once upon a time there was a child& the child wonderedthe child wanted to knowdidn't know it back then

that knowing wondering wondering about knowing

was the sole condition of becoming an outlier.

the child was afraid

inhumanely insane

the depthoceans inside the child the child was scared

so the child cried.

because back thenit was okay to be afraid.

then the child began learning about the worldhow things were excluded once they were real

and all the child did for the entirety of everlasting life

the child wanted to be realthe child fell in love

humans though they became un-interesting.

throughout the time.

because most of them sacrificed their sightfor the Crowd.

The FieldsFieldSo electric

the pure truth shockingresembling something un-surprisingThe Child Left Insane.

Then there was this storyOne she took an oath to completeThe Child was going to realise the relative Reality For All To See.

The Game seemed simpleThe Child dreaming about the -nd happilybut heavily.

the child did not know

but the child was un-adultlikepure soft & gloomyunaware of the dimensions they carrystill trying their best to be something Be Someone.

The Child had their Passionwith the ever-existing apathy for Boundaries.

the child understoodcame to the realisation of Societytheir Dreamsbecame Ashes.

Now the ChildThey hold a Pen.

A Pen they once believed could re-writeall they un-desire& from the Start.

So the Child began.

Drafting the World.

That will make Life Possible.

For Them.