I see a man looking for something. He paces back and forth.
Must I not go near him as he glances, glares, and gawks at my expression.
His eyes red with hatred but still full of wonder.
Who is this man?
He is dark and shadowy pondering wandering looking for something.
His quest, oh yes his quest, he knows not of his objective. It clings to him like a burlesque of war.
YES! YES! It is clear now this man is confused! He needs to find the path.
But isn't it right there in front of him?
Can he not see it?
Why is he so confused?
He is not blind.
I shout to him but he only interrupts me.
This stubborn *** of a man interrupts me while I'm trying to help him.
Why can't he see that?
I'm only trying to help but his pride it is his downfall. I must not give up.
I shout again only to be interrupted once more. He mocks me with his timid expression.
I should **** this man but must I be the better man and walk away?
Yes I will do just that and let him suffer in his wondering.
My reflection fades as I walk away.