The Gift

Once upon a time There was a boy named Gift The young lad had beautiful things Gifts beyond his wildest imagination, so he dreamed about reaching the cosmic Seeing stars and invading planets, Conquering beings that dwell in those habitats, Shipped himself, mind full of goods Moving from F to A To be in line with his ambitions, Born in the month of July, a cancer sign The boy got emotions, So he built a machine that will transform himself into an unstoppable being, Journeying, in search of the one, I guess the lad never knew he had it all, The love given by girl called love So he stood tall and set sail from the southern to the northern hemispheres, Gift wanted to fly so he could deliver presents across the sky, The boy had fantasies, Dark and twisted to the fellas that never understood him, Created by elf's deep in the frosty lairs, In Santa's system That's the old lad who gives instructions, His mission is to satisfy all the children , Nobody knows this plan but the sand man, So he created that Gift, But the sandman had already sprinkled sand across the children's eyes so they all went to sleep, Gift, the only one to envision his dreams, stuck on ice frozen cold, To Witnessing light, Being Saved by seven reindeers the young lad flying, dressed in red, Blasting across the heavens The awakened being, the gifted kid, Levitating, so he flied Gliding through the night Dodging every obstacles set for him, In search of awakened children but finding known, Lonely, seeing everything with his naked eyes, asking why? Wondering if his the only one, So he came up with a strategy Drawing up possibilities if anyone could decode it, that would be greatest Till this day he hopes of waking up the children.