The Optimist (H-to-O, "O", Poem by Screech)

So this is it readers. This is what it all has lead to.
The conclusion of HtoO, I'll let you in on a secret, it has something related to all the poems I've written so far in HtoO.
The rhyme scheme is also a little weird, but it had a certain appeal to it, so I kept it.
read on, maybe you'll get goosebumps the way I did while recollecting all the other poems and writing this one.

"The Optimist"

He's known by many names,

He has reasons,

He has passions,

He has his own little games.

He's sometimes called empty,

He never was,

He never will be,

He says nothing is not tempting.

He's the one who understands,

He has sense,

He has strength,

He says his life is in his hands.

He has his own cause,

He's determined,

He's locked,

He doesn't want another loss.

He used to search the black sky,

He had a star,

He had a wish,

He wanted to rest his eyes.

He had trains of thought in his head,

He was crazy,

He was insane,

He used to design his paths ahead.

He can play any role he wants,

He's versatile,

He's nimble,

He never says he can't.

He used to keep moving,

He had a goal,

He had a line,

He never stopped believing.

But he lost, with a smile,

He never used to sleep,

And he thought it was a waste of time,

Till he saw how dark was the deep,

And he heard moving was insane,

He tried to ask a shooting star,

But the star kept burning away,

So the optimist was reborn.

He never was really fake,

He was real,

He was different,

He didn't have fights to take.

He tried to be original,

He's an actor,

He's a performer,

He does whatever is really critical.

He has plans in his mind,

He has a path,

He has a way,

He can leave them all behind.

He's sometimes way too formal,

He's warm,

He's caring,

He says everything is normal.

He fights both light and dark,

He knows,

He explains,

He says both sides bear the mark.

He can shine in the limelight,

He's the spine,

He's the core,

He rages against all his might.

But he was crazy for a star,

At times he went insane,

And he knew it was the one for his heart,

Till he got burned and lay in pain,

And he knew he had to fall asleep,

But his mind was still asking,

He was sure there was still a way, 

so the optimist started to dream.

In his dreams were ideal worlds,

He had amazing amazing times.

But when the sun rose up he woke,

And he cried and cried and cried.

He had lost it all,

He was alone,

He was sad,

He could think of just a fall.

But he saw what dreams could be,

So he set out to set them free,

To make them his reality.

He saw what he could do,

So he set out to make it true,

To live his life as it grew.

For one last time,

He looked up at the sky,

He saw his favorite star,

And he said his awkward goodbye.

Then he set off to climb his trees,

To get closer to where he wanted to be,

Across mountains he was ready to go,

The optimist had set another goal.

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so there it is readers, that is it,

that is HtoO.

something big, made into something small.

it has a LOT of connections between the poems, maybe if you have time on your hands you could research into it and probably get some new insight into it (or into you, you never know.)

will I be writing more poems? most probably yes, it's something I keep doing from time to time, HtoO was something else though, maybe one of you will find out why.

Cheers... ScreechDrummer