the world wasn't made for dreamers like you an actor, a friend, a boy with artistry and talent you would have conquered the world but no one seemed to notice when you auditioned for that play, were you alive? you were a smiler, yet you weren't happy until today how ironic you expressed your hopes for the future and disappeared in one night 10 years of military school your flesh announced your blood, indifferent and resigned, agreeing money was an issue, feelings didn't matter astonishing, but they despised less than the best wreath yet a crown placed on your head it daunts on me each winter the silence and the culprit sounds of a thud, but it was worse than an weak fall i fear for the memory of that night did you understand how much you impacted my universe? i'm not a poet, i'm not dead yet I hold a part of you hidden in my bones i know of a man who's just like you eyes of the boy who lost it all he rarely smiles, spends his days fixing people but he doesn't know that its impossible to care for everyone but himself could it be, he hides from the world to avoid the same pain as the life before? or was it because of the guilt he felt, becoming the one person he hated an actor with the skills of a poet a doctor with a fear of the past our paths will never cross in this lifetime or the next but i'm aware of the cycle, and how you'll never be free
