Little boy lost
In the concrete jungle
Overawed by the magnitude
Of the pressure he's under
Does he know where to go?
Or will he just wander?

Eyes wide open
In a body so frail
Drained of all energy
Delirious and pale

Tears trickle down
An expressionless face
Fast lane got too quick
Couldn't hack the pace

Put out your hand
Help pull him out
Of this pit of quicksand
This well of self doubt

Can you hear his call?
The pathetic yelp
Why dont you answer?
He needs your help

The chain slipped
He lost his grip
It wasn't the way he wrote the script
It just happened

Now he sits in a room
Surrounded by madness
Looking for ways
To solve the sadness.

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