Different, shadowy, crouching
While others simply keep touching
He rarely ever smiles
He rarely ever smiles.
Shy, oblivious, examining
While others simply keep laughing
He rarely ever tries
He rarely ever tries.
Lost, strange, mumbling
While others simply keep living
He wants to know how
He wants to know how.
Waiting for changes is a bore
While others stare into his sore
A pure word, a pure touch, a pure look
Only those to fix it all
For now he floats around his sanctuary
Waiting for the next fall.
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