Luke, a little boy who thought he could fly.
He thought he was special, a king who could never die.
But of course, his mind was childish,
His pals jeered at his foolishness,
And he felt a big, black hole growing inside him.
Then he met Jim,
A blind but brilliant boy,
Jim helped Luke, they became friends,
happy ones too.
Luke found himself again,
He was just a boy,
A boy with dreams,
A boy with imagination,
A boy who could fly.
Be yourself.
You live for yourself, not for them.
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