"Honestly, Boy Was Never Boring"

There was a kind of noise in his silence,

Dreams spoke out loud in his quiet imaginings.

No shape was complete, no word fully formed,

But his heart was whole—just a little bit wild.

His steps wandered, his thoughts ran elsewhere,

Truth lived in his eyes, though his lips stayed sealed.

He laughed, he cried, he fell apart, he rose,

In every moment, something new quietly chose.

He wasn’t a hero, nor a villain in disguise,

Just an ordinary boy, lost in his own eyes.

This is his story—broken, maybe, but true,

And if you listen close, it might change something in you.