He drifts forward,
invisible to those around
like a ghost
somewhat like most
of us all.
Cats slinker off when they see him
their eyes piercing crudely
Babies look at him
and sorrow fills their eyes
At what he has become.
At what he became.
He glides around,
in a world without strangers
in a world without friends
Each object he meets and beholds
is new and foreign
explored with immense curiosity
every word examined
every letter scrutinized.
Eyes that convey messages
Blinks, winks,
Emotions, feelings
Thoughts, opinions
and moods.
The cube that stares him in the face.
Rumors that divide
kingdoms
thrones
lands
friends.
Beneath each pair of eyes
are but sorrows and regrets.
Beneath each drop of tear
is but heart-produced salt.
