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From an old treehouse – I found a child

Who wore frayed clothes on his skinny bones

From the shade of light, he looked me in the eyes

Told me not to worry: “He’ll come get me before the bedtime story”

Boy told me a tale

About a stranger who came

“A new land, full of riches” - he had said

And so, the man had left under the stranger's shade

He had eaten those lies

To fulfill the needs of life

He sought a way to hide

Regret weighing inside

He had fed those lies

To escape the fears of mind

Invent the gear of all times

Change the stage of life

By chasing those tales

And painting those frames

The footpaths of the mind, slowly crumbled away

By catching those tales

And looking through those frames

He realized, there had been a smirk on the stranger’s face

Leaning on a decaying wall

Boy crossed his arms over his knees

Told me not to worry: “He’ll come get me before his bedtime story”

In an old treehouse – there was a man