There sits a midnight pauper with nothing much to eat
Along comes a young man; marching to his own, fine beat
The pauper raises his hand, tries to catch His attention
The young man ignores him, looking ahead (maybe into another dimension)
His eyes dreamy, His eyes glassy
Walks away from the pauper’s misery
Without so much as a thought
Drowned in his own personal reverie
The pauper keeps staring
His mouth open wide
His expression spelt amazement
His eyes terrified
For what he saw in the young man
Wasn’t as disturbing; as what he didn’t see,
Walking into the darkness,
Was just a pair of eyes, and a pair of feet.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
There sits a midnight pauper with nothing much to eat
Along comes a young man; marching to his own, fine beat
The pauper raises his hand, tries to catch His attention
The young man ignores him, looking ahead (maybe into another dimension)
His eyes dreamy, His eyes glassy
Walks away from the pauper’s misery
Without so much as a thought
Drowned in his own personal reverie
The pauper keeps staring
His mouth open wide
His expression spelt amazement
His eyes terrified
For what he saw in the young man
Wasn’t as disturbing; as what he didn’t see,
Walking into the darkness,
Was just a pair of eyes, and a pair of feet.