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He waited there as mother death cleaned his wardrobe, emptied his bag ready for putting in school books and readied food for the young boy to eat and soft drinks of his choice to drink, he always chose chocolate not because he liked it but because the people at school loved it, he wanted to fit in. Our young boy was a sleepy head, but his mother wouldn't say a thing, he woke up when he wanted too, the school bus seemed to only start when he was ready to begin the school day. The world was it his whims, it seemed that way. The kids would be divided in groups at school, the weather seemingly blue as if interwoven by hands forming a croche, too perfect.
"Hey mother, can I stay at a friends house", said the boy but mother would never speak a word, nor move an inch. She seemingly didn't even change, peeoo. Sink, line and stinker.
As the young boy grew older ... he thought he grew smarter but he was still doing math where the days assignment was repeating the same old addiction and subtraction. The boy was great at that, he was so good he could finish an assignment in a few hours but nobody was better than him. The teacher would only speak of things and topics of use to the class, to the level of the class ... nothing more and nothing less. Errors didn't mean a thing but where instead adapted into the lessons as a new rule, because the boy already knew how to make them he didn't need to learn.
But mother would block her ears...
But mother would close her eyes...
But mother would shut her mouth...
What the boy loved the class would. What the boy knew was a new rule, but the boy only knew what was simple, what he believed he decerved to know. He wouldn't look at a mirror and as his wants started to become the new rule instead of his knowledge, he would fall, he would stumble and he would steal. But he would never learn because what he did was right from the start.
But mother would block her ears...
But mother would close her eyes...
But mother would shut her mouth...
Girls would huddle up when he wanted them too, girls would stay silent when he asked not too. The guys would clap, the girls would huddle, but how does someone make a baby? What hokus pokus is there, where is the magic wand. Now everybody lived their lives, they were alive, but the boy who grew to be a man would decide the rule of the world. Where was this magical wand, where were the storks, if everybody knows as much as you do what is there too learn.
There was no warmth, feelings are not knowledge and as they plagued the boy he searched for arguments where they were not, but he managed to get some.
"How come they think the same as me, have the same opinion as me", the boy esclamed.
"How come they think the opposite of me, but have no reasoning", the boy asked.
But mother would be quiet, she had no reason to speak because the boy never asked her he demanded her to answer, he wasn't there to learn so he continued on living his fantasy. However just like that he grew envious of things people did not know, because those were things he always wondered about but didn't know himself. Now the world was so vast, things didn't make sense, how come the moon came after the sun like as if they were playing tag. But mother would be quiet, the lonely shiver went down his spine but he didn't ask mother because like always mother would be quiet, and wouldn't answer.
Now little ol boy now growing to be a man had one weakness his curiosity, his ego and his pride. But people had no weakness, they had no curiosity and like always mother was quiet, she closed her eyes and blocked her ears.
"Mother say something mother", the boy demanded now having lost his fantasy, but he didn't wanna learn so he got no answer because it was a demand not a question.
The boy esclaming a gasp started breathing heavily, he knew of nothing and so the world knew of nothing. But he was a curious sole, he was all and all was one, he was one. He was a growing boy who grew very sad.
The boy now growing into a man grew histeric, asking mother death question after question, but she was quiet because he didn't wanna learn or change but stay the same, a child in a world without him anymore. He didn't even accept his death, he proved a point to say he existed, and now he who was talking, letting the world ask the same question...
"Mother oh mother please speak mother you have eyes but don't look, you have ears but don't listen to me and you have a mouth but don't speak, teach or try to teach me, I know not all so please tell me", said the boy ... said the man.
The kids playing ball stopped to stare at the wall, behind that wall was mother, they repeated the same words as the man. The town repeated the same words as the man, but mother just for a moment about to open her mouth, her hands lifting from her ears, her eyes finaly about to lock into the eyes of the boy she raised ... but she stopped went back and so the trial ended. The boy didn't wanna learn, he was no man, and so the final ghost approached to raise a question to mister rich they guy the boy was roleplaying.
The man was shook, but he didn't learn and he didn't change as the judgement clock clicked it all ended and a new story began. Fin.