This is a story about a boy who was born to paint and draw.
He illustrated on canvas all that he dreamed of and saw.
Glimpses of world on paper, became his cradle for soul
Curious and vivid imagination saved him from drowning and fall

With time his mind has matured and wings have quickly grown
He sought after fresh ideas and new beliefs were born
And shortly became reality what once has slipped from his hand
With only a sketchbook of hopes, he stood on a foreign land

A little he knew that such a quest would carry him through longing
Believing in utopias, aspiring for more left his spirit yearning
The infinite empire of pixels and boundless realms of Net
Lured him into the digital abyss, a world that he once has dread

Nevertheless, his wings got soon restless and mind trapped in a box
He felt as if the world has ended, a muse has left him drifting on docks
He missed the days of soaring above the fields of shimmering gold
And, thus he was suddenly awakened to let a fresh tale unfold.

With a suitcase full of ideas and a brave passionate soul,
Once again, he longed for a change and a refreshing dawn…
Perhaps you, could tell what does the story say
And conceivably you may salvage this vibrant talent from fading away.