The Ballads (Part 1)

Seriously.

Once upon a time, there lived a lad

who was blissfully ignorant of the world 'round him.

He never had to bother with the big things that adults fussed about.

Not once did he even have to think about what he was going to wear for the next day

- for it was all chosen and done for him before he had to care about it.

The boy grew up in this manner until he hit the stage of life

where everyone is neither adult nor child.

The boy got awfully troubled in this period -

for he was neither prepared for it, nor did he have anyone to help him out.

But that was where he was wrong! 

For he had all the companions in the world..

or did he?

His family still pampered him 

doing odd jobs that should've been his

and never once did he think 

"Maybe I should help them out?"

Soon though, it got too late

to fix what was 

for when the time came when the job had to be done,

the trigger to be pulled -

he was the one behind the hammer.

But he couldn't do it.

For he was still the blissful and ignorant little boy, inside and out,

and couldn't bear the shame.

So someone else decided to end his pain.


D.


(I know this doesn't make much sense to you, but it's something I really wanted to let out without actually explaining it. It's not about me, if that's what you're thinking.)

(Nope, no song.

...Fiiiinnneeee.
Just because you said "please!!" in your mind. 
Hypothetically.

Axwell - Centre of the Universe)


(I said part 1 because I had a feeling I'll be making more like these.
Thank you for bearing with me and shopping at whatever shop you prefer to shop at. )