There was once a boy, in the 1700s

who survived in his house's basement.

Stuck he was,

for the sadness exhausted his will to go out side.

His mother too, for she was distraught at the idea of bearing a 'mad' son.

His cheek stood out and he sometimes drooled.

He had no control...

She would not as slightly leave a guest near the door basement

Left by himself, Denver sighted and peeked out the

shining window.

He knew he would not play with other children.

He shut his eyes and dreamed...

If it were 300 years from now, my life would have be different

I will be treated as an equal human.

He let the warm thought spin around his mind.

He dreamt and dreamt...