He dreamed of flying, and a first kiss, and of great fortune and humble fame;
Infinite possibilities lay ahead on the fascinating, mysterious but promising road ahead
where magic discoveries hid for him to uncover
discovery was his noble mission,
daydream a heady, powerful pastime.
He was focused outward at an amazing, electrically charged limitless realm.
I don't know when it happened
When the wandering turned deeply introspective,
and things weren't chosen, but seemed mandated by some unseen spectre of responsibility.
Today when I looked in the mirror at a man's face
I saw a glimmer of the boy in his eyes
but only for a moment
and I knew that I was the monster
who crushed an innocent's chance at a childhood...
And I gently wept for my crime, and for the child who had died.
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