There he sat;
Dwelling in the inner
Sanctum of his distorted mind;
Threading on the thresholds of illusions;
Dissecting cold realities as
He watched passer-bys, giggling and pointing.
There he sat---watching
Their faces convulsed with peculiar expressions;
Silently conjuring
Deep hidden questions---bleeding pain:
But for the grace of God, could he be
The father they never knew or the brother
They never met?
Then, by the grace of God,
Their eyes suddenly collided with his;
In reflected fear, they turned away their stares:
Passing onward, cocooned in their facades.