A Silent Observer

The reason the author is riting this is because he is extremely bred sitting in his c# programming class, hez reflecting on all the things that led him here. Itz a regret fr sure, he wanted to go into aeronautics for his dad, for his families sake. But he knows that if he had made it there, there too he would have been unhappy. He wasnt made to do serious things, he was made with a spirit to spread joy, not with one that was boring and dull and alone, like how it had become now. The author greatly craves for his old soul, but it has been away for him for so long now that he knows its not coming back to him. He knows he is going to spend the rest of his life, working in the company his father set up, taking over the reigns of a regime which could only survive if the man running it was ready to sacrifice his personal life, to leave all that he was setting the regime up for. The author cherishes these days of joys and pains like a dying man, though he himself is not dying, but a part of him is already on its death bed, and soon will be no more. The author rites his in tribute to that soul, the same which had the courage to put mice into his principles office, the one who would make you laugh, the one who had the light of life and joy in his eyes, the kid whoz mind would think of the nicest of fantasies, a mind untarnished by laws or enforced reality and the one who shall be no more. A few months left for him to fade away, and a new part shall take his place, the one with no joy and tired lifeless eyes, the ne who would fake his laugh and forever cry, the one who craves for love, alas, this be the one that shall live.
so take out some time and bow your head and offer a silent prayer for the dying,
and pray a second longer for the dead that shall be now the living.
*a tear glistens at the edge of the authors eye, and he gently wipes it away and bows in head in silence awaiting the storm that shall come to be his life.