Somebody said to me
Who is your favourite person?
But don't say your boyfriend or girlfriend,
Your mother or father, or sister or brother,
Nor your best friend through years gone by
If you looked at your whole life as a story
Who would be your favourite character?

I thought it would take so long to answer
But then it came to me so smoothly
Like a dimmer switch turning on
Smooth, but so quick, so obvious

"Joseph" I answer.
He s my special needs cousin
He will never surpass the mentality of a 3 year old
He loves trucks and buses and traffic lights
He loves fans and blonde girls and rainbows
He loves my mother, his auntie
He loves a girl from his special needs school
He loves anybody that will stay still long enough
He loves the BeeGees
He loves wearing mums glasses

At 26 years old, he is a man
But a man that will only ever be a child
He is the favourite, he is the most special
For he is the articulation of what human nature is capable of
He is the picture of a man not influenced by people
He is the face of the most basic human ability
And he is so positive

26 years on and he still asks
He says he will drive buses when he grows up
He says he will buy a laptop when I make money
He says he will go out with Blonde Girl when he's older
He says maybe he will buy a iPhone when he's older
Grammar was never his strong point
But who would correct a 3 year old who said 'a' not 'an'?

He is a simple human being
But represents our complexity all the same
But the best thing about him is that he shows
When you take away so many major human traits
The leftover base line is an optimist
He is full of hope

To me, he signals that deep down,
Human hope
Human optimism
It is inane