A young boy – once wishing for friendship,
Now as a man, gains focus of many views.
It must be satisfying, yet oddly frustrating:
You can have it all, while denied one’s due.
When nearly anyone can approach, then return to shadows,
You must remain in light, but for moments of private respite.
What think you now of received attentions –
Are heart and mind satisfied and content?
Are you addicted to seek stimulation,
Anxiously fearing the tasp will relent?
For such a one in your position, even the simple becomes complex;
And I imagine in times of trial, life still offers you much to vex, for
As always, your handlers coddled; when fly, the world still keeps
Influence on your destiny – though lighter tug, remains a leash.
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