The Good Hunt

A headstrong, work-class genius

Suffering from the likes of being abundant

Coping a feeling of never being loved

After many run-ins with the law

He only has one chance

To get his act straight

A young boy nearly twenty-one

Seeks help without any ask

The turning point to his demise

Trying to not reach out but

To the friends he calls family

A proud psychology professor from the same

Neck-of-the-woods

In the hunt for the boys problem

For the sense of pushing everyone away

Those who beyond doubt care

As to penetrating the source

The young boy meets a girl

Loving him is all she cared for

Just to have the sense of hearing those words

“I love you too”

Pending from his lips

But, he worth mentioning

“I don’t love you!”

Walking away without her in his life

Not regretting what he pondered

Final call with the professor

The boy realizes his potential

With a final note to his theory

“Sorry, I had to go see about a girl”

Leaving his pass behind

And a new future down the road