The Boy Who Learned to Run

by Zabriskie

Mediocrity motivates the man but breaks the boy. It sends them sleepwalking through life until they awake, where they are either desperate to live or wallow in sadness. This is the story of a boy who became desperate to live.

A Forward to the Reader

My meagre tales and meeker stories,
Incomparable to others glories.
Engaged too little in what I am,
Realised my self was naught but sham.
A progenitor to a life well lived,
My sleepwalk broken, my life revived.
Accept my past, but change its future,
This tale is my soul's own suture.
So read a page, I must insist,
You'll strain your eyes and sprain your wrist.