The Lost Boy

He searched and searched but failed to find
The people he had met and left behind.
The ones that gave him all that he got
The ones that considered him and gave him a thought

Today he searched for his past,
The past that he treated badly
He longs to see those faces
The faces he accused so falsely.

Little did he know back then,
That there was more to the people he called friends.
Never did he think for even a moment
That Karma would bite him like a sneaky serpent

And today, when hes down to the dogs
He can only regret pulling everyone down
For to reach the peak of his success
He had to portray himself as the best

Seeking his roots, now he is humbled
For he realizes life isn't about being on top
The higher you go, the quicker you could tumble
Its time for him to make a stop.

So he travels back home and sees no faces.
This was once better than all places
And he sits by a shelf with a frame and many a toy
This Lost Man... Now a Lost Boy.