He looks a little bit out of his natural born depth, been meaning to try, to sizeably amount to all kinds of everything
When one next subtle move approves of his intricate ability to paint these dry skies sprightly blue – like a pictorial masterpiece finally appearing inside of his jaded mind
And the seriously smiling sun chooses to spark like crazy against the translucent glass of these piercingly green eyes
Disguised far too long a time, only the strongest tend to thrive to survive