Shadow boy

There once lived a boy who would stare at the stars. He stared so hard he swore he saw Mars. On top of his hut, in the midst of his rut, he would stare and stare, and not care as to where. From the crevice of a chink deep in his sink grew a shadow as shadowy as shadows can be. It soared and it roared and it gleaned and it weaned, it told the boy lies until it took over his eyes. And when it took over his eyes it took over his why's and who's and what's and when's, until his mind was confined and refined until it was defined by shadowy shadows. He can't see Mars or the stars behind the bars of his Czars because they want to make him the shadowiest shadow as shadows can be.