Watching the children play,
hoping that their innocence will forever stay,
smoking up a cloud,
your thoughts and feelings grow too loud,
yet no one around hears them;
Your story is so inspiring,
yet no one can see,
how you keep fighting,
and waiting for what's surely to be;
You were never interested in the moving pictures,
and it was only because of their dramatic nature,
You were picky on your novels,
only because they put your mind through a confusing carnival;
You didn't care for the big shots,
To you, their minds were all tangled in knots,
You are in love,
yet you don't dare to speak to her,
but you'll never forget how you held her;
You are a caring person and you don't see it,
when your sister wanted to leave with you, you said, 'beat it',
because you didn't want her to ruin her life like you think you ruined yours,
you miss your dead brother,
you thought it should of been you and not him,
you want your author of a brother to come back home instead of working for uncreative Hollywood big shots like them,
You want your parents to be proud, but you want to do that in your own way,
maybe just try to stay low for a few days;
Everyone thinks you're just sorry for yourself,
but they don't see you got ideas,
maybe they're scared because you have ideas,
maybe they're scared because you don't play by the rules,
you work with your own tools,
and one day maybe your work will be complete,
and they will all see,
what was truly meant to be;
They got you put away for now,
they see your mid, but how it works, they still don't know how,
they're gonna make you start over again,
and again,
that's okay to you,
that doesn't mean more ideas won't gain,
one day you'll know what's really true;
For now, you just tell your story,
don't be sorry at all,
be careful who you tell,
because you may miss them all,
listen to the words you hear that little boy sing that one fine day,
'if a body catch a body coming through the rye',
taking as a command and stop all those children from crossing the line,
they can't lose all their hopes and dreams, they are too young,
hold them back to where they will be fine,
and they can still have fun;
Watching all the children play,
hoping that their innocence will forever stay,
Holden you must keep there and let them be,
You are the real Catcher In the Rye,
just like you wanted to be;