A boy set out on a quest so grand,
To find his purpose, his guiding hand.
He left behind his family’s tears,
And wandered far for many years.
He begged for attention from all around,
Hoping it would make him someone profound.
For he couldn’t bear to leave this world without a trace,
Without a legacy or a unique place.
He searched for happiness everywhere,
But it seemed to elude him with each new affair.
He felt lost and alone in the crowd,
Wondering if he would ever stand out loud.
But then one day, he found what he sought,
Though it was in the place he had forgot.
He had run away from it in the past,
But now he realized it was where he would last.
He begged for attention from all around,
Hoping it would make him someone profound.
For he couldn’t bear to leave this world without a trace,
Without a legacy or a unique place.
The boy had found his purpose and his way,
And he knew he would never stray.
He left behind his wandering days,
And found his identity in a place he once ran away.
So let his story be a reminder to all,
That sometimes we must stumble before we stand tall.
But as long as we never stop searching,
We will find what we seek in life’s unrelenting lurching.
