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

He had a dream he always dreamt that he could change the world
Or he could make some better deeds than everyone around
And in his mind, feeding on hope, were moments soon to come
He played them on repeat each time he felt like sinking down

He always thought that he would find a reason to believe
And someone or something would intersect his path
So he prepared himself to fight and never take defeat
He turned his head to look towards missed and neglected crafts

He made a plan in which he put his powers at their best
And he created symbolism but he discovered flaws
There was a single, lonesome note that did not fit the rest
But he decided to continue even if this meant worse

Prepared to meet this wall in which there was no door or crack
He started step by step to come within the reach of fate
He understood the meanings and he did not look back
It never came into his mind it still might not be late