Sometimes its like were in a maze, hallways upon hallways of options and choice

Walking these paths alongside others connected without a distinctive voice

Do i interest you yet? have a i described a full of twists make-up and props extravagant spcript and set ?

Why not sit for awhile and read, ill tell you a story of a starry-eyed boy

full of wide eyed wonder and porcelain joy

intrepid in thought but burdened with the sin of pride

A heart shackled in feeling, a belief as free as the wind blew outside

This was just the beginning he said as images of the potential came flooding into his mind

a hope this would not become just another memory, a cruel dream for him to at night simply, rewind.