he's walking down the road
trying to see the autumn leaves
graze the paved ground and dance in the breeze.
the faceless walked amongst the crowd
trying to break the normality of silence with sound.
profound reactions of misunderstanding:
the dress code to be accepted is so demanding.
the pressure to stand out is so outstanding,
the coolness of the foolish require constant fanning.
but there he is again,
walking up the street
trying to see the autumn leaves
graze the paved ground and dance in the breeze.
a reminder of unimportance is his cellphone:
checking twice for reassurance of his feeling alone.
into the woods he goes, drawing inspiration
from cardboard, tape, a pen,
and his mind racing.
where is the love for the lost and lonely?
his eyes show signs of suicide's serenity.
no friends, uncomfortable in his own skin,
holding on to the hope that keeps him going..
down the same road,
up the same street,
trying to see the autumn leaves
graze the paved ground and dance in the breeze.
