well, let me tell you a story,
a story one might enjoy, another might feel, and the other shall hate.
there -once- was a kid, born with nothing but a unique tale:
"the boy is a genius, a mere kid can help their parents, but he can solve stars!"
praises came left and right, heard by everyone on the land.
the kid grow with time, and praises bloom as he learn.
"may the earth thrill as you walk!
shall the wind share our praise as you breath!
will the stars beg for your help, as you help them shine!"
but little did they know, the kid is but a human.
time goes on and on, as a village turn into a town.
lands filled with houses, roads walked by men.
praises still be heard, but not as same.
"the boy is now a man, shouldn't he help us?"
"the boy is now a man, shouldn't he help us?"
"the boy is now a man, but he only looks at the stars!"
little did the know, the kid is but a human.
the kid heard their praise, but not as happy.
but still, he heed, as a man should be.
and again, he heed, as a man should be.
but, then again, the kid is but a kid.
he walks, as he walk he leads people.
he stroll, as he stroll he aids man and women.
he crawl, as he crawl they beg his help.
he died overworked.
i wish i can write better stories