The Boy Who Didn't Understand The World, Part One

There was a boy who always thought that he was born too late
And every day he looked around at people, how they live
He never found the smallest thing to which he could relate
And everyone and everything was meaningless for him

And he was young, already lost between the mysteries
Nobody there to make him comprehend the ways in life
And not a dawn in which he felt that he could fill the needs
Cause every single day was just the same – an endless ride

At night he always felt like he could lose his mind for good
And he was biting both his fists to keep his head alert
He was the only one with whom he shared a goodnight hug
His words alone were meant to keep him sane and firm

But when he fell asleep at last, he always found his dreams
A single figment of his mind in which he felt complete
There he could meet the greatest men that ever lived or live
And so the world he had in mind had turned him strong from weak