I see a kid,
eyes filled with dreams,
He got a lot to scream,
But it hardly seems.

His introvert silence,
People misunderstand,
His age is 10  but he is a mature man,
Yet his identity is only a lad,
People tryin a trick him and term him mad.

I’ve seen him as an astronaut,
Seen him as a cricketer,
Seen him as a rockstar,
A bloody dream predatator.

Now he have turn 20,
Been a compress file ,
His dreams appears like,
They’ve went to exile.

But the fire of the heart,
Has not been meed,
Hence a blow of air
All what he need.