Can't Sleep...

Amidst a broken night
A child lay deep in locomotion
Little engine dreams
Of bent light around eclipses
He hears whispers of ingenuity
And strength in spite of norms
Where outliers behold their stake
So shall his uniqueness unfold
He's always been a wierdo
On the inside, all his life
Only now does he accept
Only now does he embrace
His golden brick road
His strange in all its grace
He's so not social
Lost to those intuitions
Deemed natural by the masses
There he goes
Where the wild things are
Fair the child knows stars
Like the back of his hand
And galaxies like the pit of his soul
He reigns unspoken majesty
With humble approach
To words unspoken
And thinks unthought
The mystery is what keeps him alive
Mind open should curiosity arise
Only now does he seem to arrive,
In good taste, in fair shape, and always forever on time.
Let it shine, let it shine,
Mr. West says,
YOU'RE A STAR
HOW COULD YOU NOT SHINE?!