Dreamy kid

Strolling down the lanes, and grining on his own
eyes unsatisfied still with spark of joy in them
Hurt by people but still his charm not drown
Accompanied with bags full of memories with condemn

Fulfilling others expectation to keep them high
drowned with guiltness, hiding all of his grudge
But nothing can crash him now, during his fly
dumped all his aggression and feelings in sludge

Dreaming of the sky where golden lines do start
providing lights for blinds, chirps for deafs
gifting everybody smiles and wishes in their cart
Leap for heights all set standing at the cliffs

Journey had been fun till date, another here begins
dream so old yet fresh, of his world becoming true
the perfect picture of which he himself drew
lighting the torch of trust to cover his sins.