In the space between spaces
An unchosen man dwells,
to make choice without choosing,
A ship without a sail.

A man with no expression,
A man with little zeal,
A man when only asked of him does he choose to feel.
Never is his allegiance limited to one,
Pleasing those that live under the sun.

Driven by uncertainty
Adaptive on command.
Like the letters in the sand
They have purpose for a while,
Forever they're rocking a fabricated smile.

The depth of a body of water on concrete.
The unchosen man does loiter,
But denies such coin featured, secretive behaviour
Like a guilty man next to his lawyers chair,
His spine begins to shiver.