Wrapped in a cocoon of comfort,
He did not know what struggles meant,
Stepped out into the world of lies,
Expecting to see butterflies.
The peace and tranquillity,
He once felt when he was younger,
Left him unprepared for the worlds demeanour,
Transparency in people he sought,
Oh, but how wrong was his thought.
He stared at his reflection,
None but a hollow being stood seeming perfection,
Oh what a facade he put up for the world to see,
Beneath that demeanour, was a man waiting to be free,
Consensus and Sympathy,
Unfortunately has lost its place in society,
He stood overlooking the outskirts of the city,
From a tall skyscraper screaming royalty,
Hoping in the future, he'd witness serenity.