Outside World

A child never left his ground

he was made of sculpture, the brain was penetrated

a fresh air was blown, flute away his lungs

the carpenter had crafted his imbalance feet

and nurse had been observing of his heart

he crawls, the bizarre technicolor is blinding his sight

a whirlwind has caused havoc in his mind

the notorious racing car occupied his heart

he thinks a puppeteer is playing with his arms and legs

but he sees nothing as close to an invisible string

his ears are ringing

hankering to banging

the outside world