THE LAND OF NEVER By Jasen Sousa
THE LAND OF NEVER
A shadow of a young boy
balances in the center of my mind.
Sitting on a rock outfitted with a cap
and holding a pen in his hand.
He sits without movement
contemplating life.
When he sits on that rock and writes
it is a step closer to almost forever.
However, the place he is located in now
is called the Land of Never.
Those who live in the Land of Never
possess hearts which don’t listen.
Those who live in the Land of Never
repeatedly give into addiction.
The Land of Never
is where people steal.
The land of never
is where you have sex,
but love is something you cannot feel.
The young boy was stuck
in the Land of Never,
that was until he encountered
his long lost deceased friend.
He took the young boy by the hand
and walked him across a bridge
with no running water underneath it,
just a crystal ball of memories they experienced as kids.
They walked passed dead flowers
and naked girls taking showers.
The young boy’s deceased friend explained
how he was forced to remain in the Land of Never,
as he was showing the young boy the way home.
All of a sudden the young boy’s soul
received a shocking sensation
as he regained his creative concentration,
and he was back sitting and writing on his rock.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©
A shadow of a young boy
balances in the center of my mind.
Sitting on a rock outfitted with a cap
and holding a pen in his hand.
He sits without movement
contemplating life.
When he sits on that rock and writes
it is a step closer to almost forever.
However, the place he is located in now
is called the Land of Never.
Those who live in the Land of Never
possess hearts which don’t listen.
Those who live in the Land of Never
repeatedly give into addiction.
The Land of Never
is where people steal.
The land of never
is where you have sex,
but love is something you cannot feel.
The young boy was stuck
in the Land of Never,
that was until he encountered
his long lost deceased friend.
He took the young boy by the hand
and walked him across a bridge
with no running water underneath it,
just a crystal ball of memories they experienced as kids.
They walked passed dead flowers
and naked girls taking showers.
The young boy’s deceased friend explained
how he was forced to remain in the Land of Never,
as he was showing the young boy the way home.
All of a sudden the young boy’s soul
received a shocking sensation
as he regained his creative concentration,
and he was back sitting and writing on his rock.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©