Visualization of the years that he passed in tears.
The math of the plan should’ve made his path.
But the time he took ,carried to this decision.
The journey was never his yearning.
Worried they were and so was he.
The plutonian futures couldn’t lead.
The problem had a serious solution.
But no one capable to reveal it.
The clusters of steps, some wishes in parts.
Never had taken ever so long.
He was interested but didn’t know how.
Could they yell out, even their wow.
Fulfillimg sights like as a fairy garden.
Wizzard wasn’t ugly that his inferior house.
Couldn’t made to their expectations.
So I guess that’s how he got deep
into his worldly imagination.