Sit with the boy – and gentle be –
That bonny boy is hurt, you see.
His reasoning is all askew –
Misses the most basic cue.
Can’t relate to a loving friend –
Sick in mind – can it end?
Sick in body – will he mend?
And for himself he cannot fend.
Sends away all those who care –
Invents a cast with which to share –
A twilight life – a phantasy –
Filled with sycophantory.
In this electronic age –
Imaginary friends take the world’s stage.
Doesn’t want to share his toys –
He is a man – not one of the boys.
Return to him – love him true –
Give all you can to him – of you.
He is alone in his head –
Crying out for his soul to be fed.