His posture's poor, eyes alight
Disposition awkward, nobody can understand
trouble he stirs, he brings forth a fight
His glinting eyes scrutinizes the world, dull and bland.

Lightly he walks, as free as the wind
An air he can be, yet earthquakes he shall bring
His intentions are unknown, his presence enigmatic
His sentiments are mirrored by his sling.

That poor frustrated soul has always been alone
He's free, and yet he's on his own
But he shall live, yes, he shall be
Away from the society's eyes that cannot see.