AN: I think this was something I wrote for Luffy's birthday...it obviously got barried. A poem for Luffy!

A dreamer's disease. He was not the first to fall victim and most certainly not the last. How remorse seemed to evade this boy more than tears had ever found their way down his cheeks. It was with a grin that he would go on living, stretched and vast like that of the ocean. It would reach the corners of every last blue; north, south, east, west, and with it he would conquer all odds. An idiotic sincerity that just couldn't help but charm every last person, beast, and mystery. Child of the sunshine; with gold that sat glinting upon dark curls. A treasure beyond any ambition or desire. It would continue to rest upon his head, laughing, fighting, yearning, defying, long after promises forged and fulfilled. How so poor a material as beaten straw could send the world into outright chaos. How so simple and silly a name as Luffy become brother to the utterance of King.