A lost boy with no vision
He marched with the crowd
And lost in his own pacing
Blurred by obstacles and self disbelief
Every time he speaks, he shares his whole life story
Old memories of pain and suffering
Rewinding on the daily for an argument
Proving his self worth defined by his struggles
from places to spaces, he was morphed by his very own word
Shaped in order to fit the narrative that best sold
He became an undocumented immigrant from Thailand with a "dream"
Tokenized and used for the greater good
But that good trapped him in his own past
He lost himself by his very own word
The lost boy with no vision
He marched with the crowd and lost his own pacing
