Callidice - Treehouse

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