There he was again,
The stranger with his newly found passion
Asking me how to get to the stars,
I was always starring at the moon
Hoping that my silent tune was going to reach it some day,
But I was no astrophysicist.
I was just a boy with clenched fists
Trying to resist this urge to release the beast,
So much rage to keep caged, a rebel's cause,
So much to stand for but never enough space
To put it all on these blank pages.
