Always a man, the little boy picked up his trucks. It most certainly was not his decision. He had rather destroy than keep order. Chaos, a game to play. And nothing was squared away that day.
With time, his anger grew
but politely kept at bay. Inner demons kept vigil,
camped around the fire to stay warm.
Years pass. Mornings grow into nights and boys grow into men. He was quite a catch, his father would say. Some girl would come visit to take his heart far away. He would vanish forever, his mother’s greatest fear.
War settled upon the earth. The boy-man set off for a foreign land, leaving behind his loves. His parents and new bride waved goodbye with no answers.
The mind wins over peace and erupts upon a credulous society. Everyone wonders still, what has gone wrong for so many centuries.