Un-Ticking The Box With The Originals In. Poem by Dan Reynolds

Un-ticking the box with the originals in.

The honesty a child can never hide
That essence, missing, since he was a boy
Now drove him on his quest to delve inside
In hope he could regain that long lost joy.

Simplicity, true innocence and greed
Had co-existed once, with no regret
Till countless Fathers carved in him, their seed.
Their legacy was his eternal debt.

Now, light-housing the classroom of his son
Walls adorned with hope, naively painted
Awoke the source from whence he had begun
Another, institutionally tainted.

How twisted, to be almost pure in heart,
Bar that one sin they gave you, for a start.