things have changed for me, that's okay. i still feel the same.

let me tell you a story:
a baby-faced demeanor
he's extraordinary on the inside
but so socially sub-par.
most of his time spent somewhere
where's he indeed a king
an imagination
a garden of eden of sorts.
there he's a genius of his own design
a casanova
an entrepreneur
he paves the way to anywhere
with a shovel tongue and cemented wit
he has a way with anyone who looks
the certain spark
the hurrah in your voice
the kind of look you toast to
statues will be erected
and banners will be waved
babies will be kissed on any given day.
the day he dies is the day there's a parade of flowers
and trailing the silver casket will be gold
it's a celebration
of a life not lost, but on the other hand won
lift that boy up to the sun
cause it's exactly where he belongs
lie a lantern with him
in case he loses his way
love him like he was your equal
cause that's all he ever wanted to be.