a million dollar boy

He stood silently on the corner of two nameless streets on the crossroads of the world.
Tonight you are going to do something important , be calm,... tonight you are special.

He takes a look at the rivers and gray horizon plate over the city, so anesthetic for his inner pain eyes can't see.
Thinking.
Its done.

He is a person of an amazing potential.
Probably the most amazing person you never knew.

Thinking.
Its already done in his mind.
In his soul.

In dusk, before street lights flashes, before bridge ahead shines- he is running so fast, like never before.
To complete his mission, to finish his race against odds.
A boy with amazing potential for doing great things, running to end his life, in timeless river flow.
A million dollar boy.

If hope dies last, he is already on the river bottom.
With lost dreams, life with no joy, expectations he failed...
There' s no person that is disappointed more
in a dream of purpose in this world.
Why are you running? A million dollar boy on his way to nightmare.

Why we lose hope in moments closest to fulfillment of our dreams?
When we are so near perfection, we turn around from ideal, and suffer, we fear.
Why, when you are a million dollar boy?