Rumours

He stayed in his room for days and days,
"turns of the hourglass, turns of the earth,
a circle around the light, round and round,
going and going and going, maybe we'll get there"

I tried asking him why he won't go outside,
"it's all too much. The air, the sun, the sky..
kids laughter, parents aprehension, time passes
to unveils all the imperfections we kept hidden"

I asked him, but he said he was all well,
"I'm alive ain't I? So there will always be that,
that chance, it is enough. Enough to simply live.
pass the days, looking at the sky through my window."

There were torn up papers all over his room's floor,
"Leave me here, in this room, I require nothing else.
There's what you make up, and I'll invent what's missing,
I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Hate me if it helps.."

He's such a gifted young man and he's just wasting it all,
can't believe he would throw his life away like this.