Lost in Words

There was only once a boy. Who tried to capture life in verse. He grasped at words like fleeting butterflies. But they slipped through his fingers, elusive. His inkwell ran dry, his paper remained blank. As he sought to give shape to his thoughts. Yet in the silence, in the quiet of his mind. He found the rhythm of his own beating heart. And with each pulse, with each breath, he realized. That his life was the poem, waiting to be lived.