Winters Wish For Orphans Poem by Nico Campe

Believe me, I'm a lier.
Like most things i say; i meant them to be true when i said them but, as time goes by, I'm proven a lier.
I was once decided to be as wishful as a puppet asking to be a boy.
Not knowing that a boy wishes to be a man, and a man then wishes to be a boy again.
Until he then wishes to be dead.
Pain is unavoidable in life but suffering is our choice.
Trust me, I'm a lier.
We are orphans of the wishes made by the rich and powerful, the wise and proper.
I am an orphan of that wishful thinking.
My heart was born of a distinct pain, although it is numb now, still beating to a hymn i have yet to write.
A hum of lyrics yet to be sung.
Ive been replaced with a better line of music.
We are all orphans here, each one says farewell to the people they once called important, now they are titled 'gone'.
it's a fact, that I'm a lier.
The orphans have learned that once you become stronger enough to run, hiding is no longer an option.

We Run.

We challenge those who see themselves above us.
These orphans and I are those people your mother would warn you of.
Her warning was genuine but her reasoning was corrupt.
Let no one tell you what your truth is, let no one tell you what's important and never let anyone forget that you are an orphan.
Orphans have nothing to lose and less we wish to gain but we orphans have much potential in this world of lies and wishful thinking.
Winter is here children.
Please Believe me, I'm a lier.