Methinks he doth not have compassion,
as his gaze strays to the waxed floor, and into the blinding florescent light
in four brief moments,
never once trying to reflect a sense of empathy.
For the petals of all flowers does wither
as does the strong winds eventually lose momentum.
And into that dark place,
where one's heart is discarded into
the deep Caribbean blue mass of water
--floating alongside the millions of seawater wonders--
empathy flees the best of mankind
elsewhere.
And who's fault is to blame?
A question even the most intelligent of beings
and the most worldly of people
cannot earnestly answer?

And he is here.
his words unthinking
and "free-willed"
scorning the self-piteous.
whilst he refuses to acknowledge
his own state of being maudlin.
and this fine youth trods on
unknowingly
stepping closer to the seawater wonders,
lost.
and a little bit more.
and a lot more less.
but inevitably